"It worked." She stares for a moment and juts her arms above her head.  "It worked!" She's a little surprised by that and grins.  "Mark another one down for team Sandy." She licks her finger and writes on an invisible board.  She grins, though it fades a moment later.  "Where's the dog?  Where's Eric?" She looks around then cups her hands around her mouth. "Eric! Dog!" What else is she supposed to call the dog?  It's not as if she knows it's name.<br/><br/>If she's able to find Eric, she'll rush to him and try to take off his belt.  Not to strip him or anything, but to make a tourniquet above the wound on his leg.  It's terrible and horrible and all kinds of nasty.  But maybe what's most disturbing is how<i>fast</i>Sandy thinks to make the thing and how she doesn't out-right puke at such an amount of blood on the floor like most...sane people would.  "Get Alana...now!"