His words felt as if a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped over her head; Bridge never said something like that, never admitted he hated something. From the board post, she had realized something was slightly wrong with him, but she had not realized the intensity of the situation.
Pulling back from him, forcing herself to pretend the last time she had seen him had been over a year ago, forcing herself to forget the site of his torn up badge that had been gleefully presented to them by their latest enemy. She could not afford to think about that right now, not when Bridge was so obviously upset.
"How long has it been?" she asked, forcing her tone to soften and to lose the intense enthusiasm from a moment earlier. She gestured for him to come in, knowing he would see immediately which side of the room was hers. The pink one, obviously.