Sandy drops to her knees once her body is free from impalement, and soon healed. She's glad she didn't see the face of the creature that got her, or she'd be far more rattled than she was already.

"Th-thank you..." The front line are both a place for, and not for her, and soon she's gone, now poised up on the ceiling and raining several javelin down on crystal monsters pouring into the room, too far to see their faces and worry about who is or isn't who.