[Though the movement this person makes when reaching for the MID makes Clementine grip her gun a little tighter, most of that scared uncertainty is replaced with pure bewilderment when she sees the words floating between them both. (She tries not to think about that head shake, about how if AJ were here, someone would have heard him.)
She frowns, shaking her head slightly.]
No... This isn't my blood. It was just a walker's.
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She frowns, shaking her head slightly.]
No... This isn't my blood. It was just a walker's.