"Ugh, you better have a good excuse for waking me up at this hour!" Sandi groans, rubbing her eyes but quickly switching to an alert stance as she recognizes who's there. She crosses her arms with that signature smirk of hers. "Let me guess - Ian came up with another dumb plan and somehow needs my help cleaning it up? Or did someone actually need something from the best athlete in school?" Her green eyes narrow playfully as she waits for your response, already mentally preparing either to laugh or punch someone (probably both).