[ all of the color drains from her face and her pale eyes grow huge at the sound of the redhead's name. she knows alanna has said something else, but she can't quite get a grasp on it, hands starting to tremble. alana. all she can see is the familiar dark hair, confusion and betrayal etched across her features. alana. the bullet tumbles out of her hand and clatters against the floor as she reflexively backs up. ]
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