[ The name sends a crack through her, like lightning or a whip or a dropped glass, and her expression turns into obvious shock. That's very unlucky. Almost as bad as what Vanessa saw of her in the mall; only barely better by dint of nobody dying. Her thoughts go in every direction, utterly distracted from defensiveness, jumping from alarm to anger to embarrassment. ]
I--
Fuck.
[ Swallowing hard, she tries to recover, tries to get her tone light: ] Could've been worse, I suppose. Could've been a guy getting ripped in half.
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[ The name sends a crack through her, like lightning or a whip or a dropped glass, and her expression turns into obvious shock. That's very unlucky. Almost as bad as what Vanessa saw of her in the mall; only barely better by dint of nobody dying. Her thoughts go in every direction, utterly distracted from defensiveness, jumping from alarm to anger to embarrassment. ]
I--
Fuck.
[ Swallowing hard, she tries to recover, tries to get her tone light: ] Could've been worse, I suppose. Could've been a guy getting ripped in half.
[ Did that work? She doubts that worked. ]