Clark was really the first who'd shown him kindness since he arrived. "But I'm a total stranger. " It was obvious he wasn't having an easy time adjusting to a city that thought he was little more than a freak. He felt vulnerable and he hated it. He was nothing without his powers, and they were going haywire since he'd arrived. After a moment of hesitant thought he nodded and opened up the door.
The room wasn't terrible, but it wasn't very much more than livable. A place to sleep if one wasn't a light sleeper like Bridge. With his psychic abilities on a downward spiral, it was taking a tole on him physically and starting a decline on his mental health.
Bridge should have probably sat on the bed, but he sat on the floor instead. "...Someone was murdered there." He motioned to the bed, the sheets were like that when he arrived. He hadn't touched it since he walked in.
"Since I came to this place..it feels like someone...something is following me. I can sort of feel things through colors and hear things I shouldn't. Voices." He bit the inside of his cheek and fidgeted with his uniform. It was almost military looking sleek with black and green strips down the arms and legs.