Laika didn't really sleep, as such. 

Maintaining her intended operation made sleeping distinctly sub-optimal to performance, so part of the alterations were specifically designed to avoid that. 
As such, she hadn't had a bed for a while. 
Instead, at the time a certain other subject broke into the hallway on which here room was placed, Laika was in her default position: Sat on a mat on the floor, legs crossed, and arms in her lap.

The cables that ran from the back of her skull and shoulders hung loose, straight down her back, sometimes to the floor. 
Her head, with angular features not really tinted from any abundance of sunlight,  was tilted forwards.  Her eyes were open, though at the moment displayed only an emissive white.  Her actual visual was elsewhere, seeing all of this exchange from a whole different angle. That was, the security camera outside of the hall entrance. 

She watched a lot of things. That was, ater all, what she was made for. Escapes weren't all that statistically unusual, though it wasn't often that things came quite so close or immediate. 

It was only some moments after the removal of the doors that colour flooded back into Laika's eyes and she lifted her head, the silver rings of an iris moving with a quiet whirr of servos. 

The voice from the facility's techno monstrosity didn't come from her mouth as such, but out of anything audio capable in the vicinity. She had been provided with some speakers for this usage, though it didn't prevent it speaking right out of intercoms from time to time. 
It was a female voice, certainly,  though far from anything natural there was a pitch-corrected artificiality about it. 

[b]"There has been a subject containment breach."[/b]

She tilted her head, over in Axel's direction, though it was always a little difficult to tell if Laika was actually looking [i]at[/i] you, per se.

[b]"Conditional on actions prior to arrival in this section you are currently in violation of at least eight facility codes."[/b]