Jenny comforts Peregrine...

It took some muscle for the smaller girl to get the rigger onto her feet and over to the couch, but the mechanical prodigy was able to make it there, and dropped into the couch with her, their arms intertwined.

"What happened, Peregrine?" Jenny asked the still sobbing and shaking rigger.

"F-flashback. It...it was preying on me since I was trapped in the van...it was so like the night my father died. I..." Her voice broke again as another sob wracked her body.

"Shhh...Peregrine, it's okay. I...I can't say I've ever been through something like that. But...but I'm here for you. And Simon and Mr. Clean...and the rest."

"I...I was so scared. I'm proud of myself that it didn't affect me right then, but...buit what if something like that happens again? How...I went back to the warehouse to make Simon not risk his life, and...now I'm deathly afraid of going into another situation like that." Peregrine said, opening her eyes to stare into the assistant mechanic's hazel eyes.

"I...I..." Jenny stumbled over her words, not knowing how to make her feel better about this situation. She had read this was called survivor's guilt. Jenny knew that Peregrine was in the truck when her father was pulled out of it and executed. Peregrine was next, and if Lonestar hadn't shown up she would have died that night as well. So while she may be masking this as concern for herself, Jenny suspected it was hidden issues with the **** of her father eight years ago. "I don't know what to say, Peregrine. I'm sorry. I...I've never encountered this..."

Peregrine smiled slightly at that. "It's okay, It's good to have a shoulder to cry on though. Dove would have helped me if she knew of this, but she's not here."

Jenny blinked, "What would she have done? I want to help." She said, earnestly.