She hadn't ever exactly thought of it like that. She tended to focus on the ways in which she was different, that random chance had never factored in, that she'd never grown. At least, not in the traditional way. In a jar didn't count.

Even if she'd have liked to think of it as just a different way of getting there, she couldn't.

"They were messing with a lot of things, and one of their things messed back," Jessica said. "As inevitably happens. In the chaos me and the other clones got out. Getting out was the easy part. Being out... not so much."

She felt a little like she was talking an awful lot about herself for someone who'd sat down to comfort someone else, but turning the conversation back would be kind of counter-productive, she thought maybe. It'd possibly just crash her back into thinking about her problems.