It was very difficult, Penny thought, to become this intimately familiar with sand. The course texture, the sea breeze/earthy scent, the salty taste you didn't get in your typical playground sandbox. It wasn't until every orifice in your face got stuffed with it that you could appreciate the subtle differences between normal sand and beach sand.

She could hear people talking, either gloating or asking questions she had no way to answer until she felt a great weight being lifted off her neck. She lifted herself up, hacking and coughing in between deep breaths. She rose to her knees, blocking each nostril in turn with her finger turn and blowing out what she thought must be a disgusting globule of sand snot onto the beach. She couldn't really see it, the world was too blurry. She felt around in front of her to try and find where her glasses had fallen off, let out a disgusted "Gylaaa" when she put her hand in the snot sand before finally finding something hard and bringing them up to her face. 

The first thing she noticed when she put them back on was that they were crooked. She'd landed more on the right side of her face, and that that side was bent pretty thoroughly out of place to the point where it only covered half her eye. It was like those camera shots in the ocean where half the lens was submerged, but in reverse. Clear crisp picture below, murky water above. The second thing was the big tough security man glaring down at her. 

This is what she got for engaging. 

"Vigilante epithet use?" She said, having gotten her breath back. "The only thing I did with my epithet was that." She pointed at the sand castle and inadvertently the Peasant Serfs around it. They had flopped over like puppets with their strings cut the second the swords was no longer in contact with Penny's neck. She could also see the sword, but she refrained from going to pick it up while this security guy was around. That would probably get her shot and then thrown out of the resort. 

She rose to her feet, brushing the sand from her stupid outfit. She pointed between at the guy that did, in fact, look exactly like the star of TVs Supernatural and the skinny guy she had just gotten a look at. "Then these knights in shining armor got the wrong idea and charged to the rescue. Like, seriously, am I wearing a gaudy yellow outfit? Do I look like Negative Plan Johnny? No, because I'm not some wannabe supervillain as-" She suddenly remembered there was a child present and clamped down on the string of foulness that was boiling up from her throat. "As heck jacknape jerkbag who flexes on little kids."

Wait, that was it. The child! She found her, kneeled down, and started brushing the sand out of her hair from the sand cloud that had been thrown up when Penny had left that perfect imprint of herself in the beach. "Sorry." she said. She needed this child. This child was the key to her salvation and not getting thrown out of the resort. "You saw everything that happened, though, right? You tell these nice men what really happened and I'll...hmmmm...I will help you build an entire sand kingdom, how'sabout that?"