Her path across the village takes her past or through the fountain, though most people have to walk by it at least once during the day. Presumably for this exact reason. She's gotten used to the sound of the fountain running. Like the ceaseless din of the New York streets, she's come to tune it out, so the burbling of air breaking the surface gets her attention immediately. Violent splashing ought to follow and Jess is already beelining for the water as she registers what it means that none does and the bubbles have nearly stopped. She leans over the stone edge hoping to see nothing, sees a whole lotta drowning kid, curses and jumps in without taking her boots off or taking a breath in.

Two quick strokes and Jess hooks an arm around her chest and hopes to hell this is how you do this, struggling to drag them both up. No fucking superpowers, Jones, not true, don't panic, the surface breaks and Jess gasps for the air she should have grabbed before diving. She hooks herself to the fountain's edge and hefts the kid up against her, trying to keep her head above water.