Who:Bridge and Kira What: company, he's not adjusting well When:During the rescue. Where:Peters office, the Hyperion. Warnings: none probably
Bridge was worried. He was pacing, back and fourth, back and fourth. He even glanced over a shoulder to make sure when he crossed the distance of the spacey office he didn't leave burn marks in the carpet. But he couldn't sit. Jack was out there fighting, and he should be by his side. There he was hiding instead, L.A. scared and confused him. Broke his powers, and was slowly working on destroying his spirit. He wouldn't even leave the office anymore, he finally sat down at least to curl up on the comfortable chairs that were all cushy and not gritty as he'd said before. He hugged a throw pillow and chewed on the corner distractedly. He could feel a hum that usually accompanied use of his powers nudging the back of his mind. But he wasn't using any powers. He was scared and feeling helpless, and he hated it. He didn't deserve to have powers if he couldn't use them to help anyone. The green ranger didn't realize Kira was in the hotel at all actually. But he hoped she was. It would be somewhat comforting to see a familiar face.