She held herself well. Although she was in immediate, clenching pain, her back was straight and her faced relaxed. Standing in a crowd of protesters, Sandy made it clear that she was not one of them. She had come in silent support of the man these people were so angry at. However sickened that she was with him politically, she still held a personal warmth towards him. Even after he had struck her bloody. Her stomach ached and her chest wheezed but she would be damned if she let it show.