"An old friend," Jemma answered easily, glancing at the scarf once again. "One who isn't here anymore."
Which made it something she wanted to hang onto, something to remember someone by. "After several years in this place I've wound up with a good number of friends like that."
It never stopped her from trying to be good to people, never stopped her from making new friends if she could. Jemma tried to keep positive and optimistic, as hard as that could be. She didn't always succeed, but she did have to at very least try for her children's sake.