[Kate's face contorts as she stares at Jessica. At first she thinks maybe it's the smoke and crap in the air messing with her vision, making Jessica look younger than she really is. But on second thought, it's totally within the realms of possibility and reason to think that maybe Jessica really is younger than she is back in Kate's time and place.

That possibility hurts. It stings, and it's almost worse than the pain radiating from her hands.]

We're... [She pauses. What are they? Friends? Associates? Something else entirely?] You're kind of, I don't know, like a mentor-type-confidante thing to me and my friends. Or you were. Or will be, maybe. Timelines, what are they.