Generally it was considered poor form to tell someone of their prophesied death, but considering how much someone even as technologically illiterate as himself could find with a couple keystrokes, it would have been a matter of hours until Jenny found out for herself from wikipedia or the Buffy and Angel Wiki. That those were acceptable secondary sources in Giles' mind was suddenly almost as dreadful.
Giles watched Jenny react, he had reacted similarly enough when Anya he had discovered, even if he kept it all to himself. He had hardly spoken of his own death at all, when Anya brought it up, or of his apparent resurrection just recently with Buffy. But if it was unpleasant business and memories for others, it was worse dread for the person.
"You have nothing to apologize for, Jenny." If Rupert had his way, she would never find out any further details of how she had been displayed, how they had all reacted. "And here, you have a second chance." Giles set down his own drink, for once the space filling hunger for thirst dampened. He wished he had thought this through, standing separated by a counter from her as he shattered her world.
Giles drew a sad smile and reached across the counter, placing a sympathetic hand on her arm. "We can ah... sit down if you would like."