Sakura was washing the dishes like always, muttering to herself with annoyance, but it's clear she's sad.

You walk in on her. "Yes, Lord of Loud-" She turns to face you. "Oh, it's you. Sorry, not sorry."

You then hear her mumble something to herself, along the lines of 'at least you won't forget I exist...'

She keeps fixated on the dishes, ready to rant about what Shirou did today.