[ sam turns to the person who's answered her and jolts, scooting back on the blanket and nearly knocking over someone's flute of champagne, breathing hard. ]
What the fuck. [ it takes her a few seconds observation to calm down; she thinks, at first, that this is her mind playing tricks on her without any medication to suppress the visions of her biological father. but there's no blood on him, no visible wounds, no urges for her to embrace her desires for violence. this is just some guy in the same situation she is, speaking neutrally in response to her question.
she breathes out shakily, looking for an unclaimed glass of champagne and downing it. ]
Sorry. Sorry, I just - you look like someone I know.
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What the fuck. [ it takes her a few seconds observation to calm down; she thinks, at first, that this is her mind playing tricks on her without any medication to suppress the visions of her biological father. but there's no blood on him, no visible wounds, no urges for her to embrace her desires for violence. this is just some guy in the same situation she is, speaking neutrally in response to her question.
she breathes out shakily, looking for an unclaimed glass of champagne and downing it. ]
Sorry. Sorry, I just - you look like someone I know.