The mirror and reflective surfaces thing was starting to make Jenna jumpy. She kept seeing things, flashes of people who weren't there, and it was starting to make her feel like a startled teenager again. It was things like this - heartbreak, jealousy - that had driven her towards that path of irresponsibility. To have it all get blown up in her face again...

She missed them. All of them.

So when she came across the transmission, she assumed it was accidental. The girl looked like she was in shock, staring at the window. Whatever it was, Jenna figured she was just dealing with something similar.

"Hey," she called, wanting to offer some kind of condolence, but unsure if she should. "Are you okay?"