Anakin sighed, pursing his lips in contemplating and distaste for the lack of answers concerning this situation. He was hoping that she'd have some sort of as to how she got here and saying that she felt her self because she was meant to be here did not provide him with a solution for getting them back. His wife and his padawan were here; it was his duty to ensure their safety and make sure they got home in one piece. Especially Padmé. The galaxy could do without him and Ahsoka, he was sure (never mind Qui-Gon's kriffing prophecy), but Padmé, they needed. She was too important to allow her to remain in this place. He knew how much her work meant to her and would never pull her away from it.
"I've been here for a few months," he answered after a moment, grimacing. "I was on the Resolute one moment, and the next...this place. I don't know how it happened. No one who comes here does and the Power Rangers are failing to provide us with answers."
The knotting of his brows showed his disappointment. This was the Rangers' world, they knew it best...yet they were either at a loss or withholding information from the victims of the temporal displacement. Whichever it was, Anakin was growing tired of it.