Sarah hung, completely limp, her jaw slack, staring down at her black painted toenails as they pointed towards the cobblestone below. Her own legs were about all she could see with her death stare. It was quite relaxing really. One would think the weight would be completely upon her neck but she was floating, held aloft in the Danger Room's gravity fields. The sudden drop was rather startling and she was embarrassed to say that she had squealed in fright but the danger room had buoyed her entire body and protected her from any form of incidental harm. At first it had been interesting, listening to the conversations of those around her but now that the spectacle was over the crowd had mostly dispersed.

She wasn't sure what was supposed to happen next. Takashi hadn't really explained what she were supposed to do in this situation. If this were video game this was where you'd be prompted to revert to a saved game and continue. Was she supposed to just hang here for the rest of eternity? She didn't really want to risk a glance about. A dead body raising her head and looking about would be most out of character and there was no telling how the Non-Player characters Taki had created would react. 

She was just about to give up and give Taki a piece of her mind when she spotted soft leather boots, the type a padfoot would wear upon a job. She couldn't see much else of the person with her hair obscuring her vision like golden drapes before a window. Was this what she was waiting for? Someone come to take her dead body and revive her so she could continue the adventure? A thin arm, reached out from beneath some sort of white robe or cloak or something and snatched the holographic coin from her bosom. Typical, Sarah thought, for a thief. Then the thief did something she didn't expect and reached up to slash at the rope above. Sarah suddenly became heavy and she fell onto the figure who supported her only long enough to lower her to the scaffolding's platform in a crumpled mass.

Now her vision was reversed, she could see only the sky above her. The moody clouds that perpetually threatened rain were now all she could see as she stared blankly towards them and past the looming figure that had cut her down and was bending over to get a better look at her corpse. She couldn't see anything inside the recesses of the hood, not who it was, nor if it was one of the students. One of the students? She hadn't considered that possibility. Suddenly she realized how she must look and if this was one of the guys and not an NPC she'd never hear the end of it- and yet... the dead didn't move... To hell with it, if it was one of the students covering up now wouldn't help.