first chances, second shots (джен)

Commander Frankie Shepard saves her clone. For real.
“What?” Frankie's brows crumpled in together as though she had never considered what the point of continued existence might have been. She definitely had, but she wasn't prone to questions of existential philosophy when someone was hanging ass out of a fucking flying spaceship. The clone released her grip, apparently having decided that there was none. “Oh no you don't, you dumb bitch!” Frankie shouted and rocked forward, locking her hands over her clone's armored vest, and beginning to heave her back.