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Looking up at the (much) taller girl's face, Jen couldn't help but wonder and question exactly why she felt relieved. I mean, really, I know other elementalists and sure as hell don't feel anything when they get out of a pinch. But I do expect them to, so it wouldn't be new. “That looks pretty awful.” She tilted her head, glancing at her injury as if to make sure it hadn't suddenly gotten worse, before returning her somewhat-curious gaze. "It's alright. I've been worse, trust me." And you look like you've went through harsher pains, too. "You don't want to know." At that, Jen's eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment; just as memories from years past played back through her mind (not that they usually do, but every once in a while). This particular time made her remember the corpses of so many of the people she once knew, until she realized that the dead scientists had scarred her more than she thought. Isn't that nice?

Returning to reality, Jen smiled for whatever reassurance. "Oh, right. I'm Jen. Nice to meet you." Even having acquaintances scare me, not even thinking friends. She'd never noticed that she'd subconsciously made herself so isolated for so long. Of course, the members of her group counted mostly for the former, not the latter. She wasn't particularly close and, with the lifestyle they had all chosen to live (as well as their abilities), it was harder to feel bad when hardly anyone could touch them anyway. Then this would be the first time, for a long while, that I've gotten a little attached? Sighing, she was in the process of wrapping strips from her spare shirt to bandage her arm when crashing sounds shook her from her thoughts; sounds which quieted moments later, to bring an almost eerie silence throughout the bridge. It's never good to be so quiet, is it?

Now alert, Jen began to instinctively float a foot in the air as she surveyed the area where Maxi and his opponent had been, just a little while ago. Surveying the scene, it was only when she saw that Maxi (hurt though still alive) that she let down her guard a little. Because he'd be down by now, if that shadow guy was still trying to kill him. I guess I should probably go get him out of that metal wall now, huh? Sighing, she abandoned her hurt arm and let it hang loose, rolling that shoulder and lightly bending the elbow ever so slowly to test if it could be used in any way. It answered with a stabbing, new world of pain; which almost broke her stream of (already very exhausted) consciousness and sent her tumbling into her newfound female friend. With black spots dancing in the edge of her eyes and exhaustion from the day's work creeping up on her, she could only struggle to stay awake; although, fortunately, her weight didn't land on her injured arm. Agh, how embarrassing.

From there, it took Jen a good couple minutes to finally stand back on her own two feet; without lurching and falling over again. That was stupid of me. It took effort to smile, even a shaky one, for more reasons than one. "Sorry about that, I was stupid. Happens all the time, unfortunately. Just, uh.." She began to float again, thinking of Maxi. Well, if Sam's disgusted by him, then he probably won't like her either. But there's not much I can do about that. "I have to go help my friend over there and chances are, everyone else will start trickling in from then. I'm thinking it's kind of obvious that you don't like us and what we do, so.." Jen reached down from her perch in the sky and messed up the older girl's hair from a stray thought. I'd rather not others find her and force her to do something she won't want to do. Or get herself killed. That's happened too many times. "You probably shouldn't be here. Either way, it was nice meeting you." And hopefully we won't, again. Better be safe than sorry, right?

Smiling, she gave a wave and flew off without waiting for a reply, across the missing length of bridge to Maxi's predicament. Getting there, Jen lighted down next to him and inspected his embedded arm, raising an eyebrow at it and his blooded back. "I won't ask." A look in the sky told her that her cloud had reformed there; the moments of pain having erased it. Another at the wall of metal made her sigh. Heavy lifting isn't my expertise, unfortunately. "You want to wait for the others to get here to get your hand out? Only thing I could do is blow it away, right now." And then faint right after. What fun. Her features showed almost none of the pain or exhaustion she herself felt, but that didn't mean it wasn't there. She was just very good at pretending, after a couple years of practice.