Each splash of cold salty water on her skin makes her tense up. Sandy hisses and groans and dig the fingers of her good hand into the mud but she manages to stay still and keep her voice down.

"Y-yeah, we've made it this far." She repeats reflecting on how many other messed up situations she's endured to get to this point. This...this was nothing...this was just a setback right? Commander Shepard wouldn't let this stop her right? Pruna wouldn't let this stop her.

Deep shuddering breaths keep her heartbeat steady. "T-thank you for this. Some tributes aren't as helpful." Maybe if she kept talking it would keep her from thinking about the sensation of red hot needles digging into her leg.