It's been many years since Messaline. Jenny has been traveling from this planet to another, probably accidentally being married a few times, running, and saving lives. And then she had heard about the fact that the person she had been looking for didn't exist from a woman with a wild mane of hair.
So she had given up on looking for him. She grieved for her loss for a short while, as was her due, tugging the jacket closer to her, letting her blonde hair fall around her face in curls, having no energy to put it up today just wondering around the market of the newest planet she was on. She hadn't yet bothered to learn where she was, but she was allowing her sadness to get to her today. It wasn't often and more than likely, she forced glee on her face, but not this time. She pauses tilting her head seeing a strange box. She's never seen it before. She raises an eyebrow curious. Where did that come from? Where was it from? Did it suddenly just...arrive there? How weird.