Jean shivered, reaching out to lay a hand on the other girl's shoulder before allowing it to slip back to her lap, numbly playing with the cloth of her jeans. She wasn't alone anymore...someone else had lost control and hurt others...killed others. She suddenly didn't feel so isolated. "It is", she said softly, her own control loss had been chaos...it sounded as if Regan's had been the same.
"Thanks...for sharing that with me. You didn't have to, but it means a lot that someone gets what I mean. That someone could understand," she swallowed, green eyes falling to her lap.