She'd find Sandy entangled in his blankets and bedsheets, with only his head and the odd leg sticking out. The stallion looked as though he'd been run over by a carriage, the ponies driving the carriage, and then all the luggage on the carriage had fallen off right on his head. His mane was a sight, his eyes were bloodshot and unfocused, and he even looked a tad green about the cheeks. He winced as she spoke, folding down his ears for protection. "Please, not so loud..." he moaned pitifully.
Shaking himself off, he tried to focus on the shifting, too-tall form of Smoothie before him. "I...I don't know. Feels like m'head's been put through a blender..." He held his temples in a vain attempt to stop his pounding headache. "Nghh...an' I only stuck t'light cider last night..."