Security - America Chavez & Open?
America had shown up early, and inquired - in her own gruff way 'What do you need?'- as to what helped was still needed around. Security seemed like an obvious and easy match for the six foot tall human looking tank, and the assistance was welcomed by those attempting to coordinate the event as peacefully as possible. With that position reserved America had made her way out front, to the barriers, and took up position standing shoulder to shoulder with the others that served to oversee and protect.
The young woman would remain a silent sentinel within the ranks of protectors overseeing the guard stations, with a clear glare plastered across her face. It was a look that spoke volumes of how she wasn't going to give any sympathy to the protestors, that she would just as soon literally remove their heads from their fucking bodies than let them come close to interrupting this service of closure for those who may need it, even though not a word would be said.
However, America's posture and narrowed eyes only remained a reminder to how willing to move into action she was for combat in the blink of an eye.
One of the fuckers here today could have been the one responsible for Xavier's death. Wasn't it common for the killer to return to take in their victory? To gloat? And if she could figure out who that person was - a teleporter? a universe traveler? - if they were here today, there would be no one who would be able to stop her from pinning that fucker to a wall so that proper justice could occur.