He was bitten multiple times? It just sounded, well, crazy for lack of a better word. There was so much to absorb since Brannon walked through the door and to know that people really did have the potential to be immune was another thing boggling her mind. The rumors were true, after all.
For a brief moment, her thoughts went back to her fallen husband. A knot formed in her stomach at the idea that maybe, just maybe, Michael had been immune, too. But the mob that had taken down their safehouse was large and it would be extremely unlikely that he had been bitten only once or managed to escape them without severe injury. Even so, it had been two weeks and he would not have received medical attention. No, Michael was gone. She would not give herself false hopes in immunity.
Alana looked on to look and her thoughts followed his. If Brannon was immune then perhaps his sisters were immmune, too. Hands raised and she pushed back the little strands of hair that had escaped her ponytail, just to take another moment to process the constantly new information being shared. "How can we find out? You know, without actually being bitten."
Brannon was a bit more of a badass than she remembered. To be bitten and-- "Hey, wait--you were shot, too?! Who shot you?"