She might have hurt Astrea, but she was remorseful for it. Hated it, honestly. The way Astrea looked away, or changed her route when she saw Sam was near...it still hurt. She'd been giving them all time and space, in the hopes sometime things might be repaired. The Ravenclaw wasn't rude, nor would she try to make trouble during the middle of a rehearsal she knew so many people had put hours of time and energy into.

Not usually, anyway.

So...no there hadn't been any reaction to the fact that Junia didn't think she was meant to have any props, nor when Myers asked if she was okay. Not even Ronan getting in her personal space provoked her. It was stony stares all round, her usually bright, curious eyes still cold. The only movement she made was to let Myers take the circular necklace from her hand.

In the next few moments, two bodies fell, a scream rang out through the auditorium...and yet Sam didn't flinch. Not the smallest flicker of a muscle.

Not until she started chanting, anyways. The same two sentences, over and over. "Expose the inequality. End the struggle. Expose the inequality. End the struggle." There was a monotonous rhythm to it, almost wooden. If she was acting, she probably couldn't give a less expressive performance. It was everything Paul had been telling his students NOT to do.

Static. Vacant. Emotionless.

"Expose the inequality. End the struggle. Expose the inequality. End the struggle. Expose the inequality..."