[ sam's eyes stay closed for a moment, stiff as a board like she sucked in a huge breath when the bullet went whooshing past her and hasn't quite let it out. she's not particularly fond of guns. ]
I'm fine, [ she eventually croaks out, strange dark and bright eyes especially dark against her ashen skin when she opens her eyes finally. ] You have awful aim.
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I'm fine, [ she eventually croaks out, strange dark and bright eyes especially dark against her ashen skin when she opens her eyes finally. ] You have awful aim.