[ Clara's hand goes to cover the spot, feeling her heart race with adreneline. ]
What the hell was that!?
[ Which doesn't answer the question, so she swallows and wets her lips, moving her hand and trying to see if there's any damage. There's blood, but that isn't what makes her frown. ]
It's numb. This spot, my whole shoulder. I can't feel anything.
[ She yanks down the sleeve of her shirt and pinches the skin on her shoulder until there are half-moon marks embedded in her skin. ]
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What the hell was that!?
[ Which doesn't answer the question, so she swallows and wets her lips, moving her hand and trying to see if there's any damage. There's blood, but that isn't what makes her frown. ]
It's numb. This spot, my whole shoulder. I can't feel anything.
[ She yanks down the sleeve of her shirt and pinches the skin on her shoulder until there are half-moon marks embedded in her skin. ]
Nothing.