Chapter 8

"To answer your question though," Kimberly spoke again, obviously surprising Tommy quite a bit. She couldn't help being ammused at this. Tommy didn't get surprised, he just… didn't. It was almost like some kind of unspoken… rule. Tommy was NEVER surprised. "He was a human… he's a monster now though. Quite litteraly."

"I see…" Connor responded, sadly.

"I don't believe we've been properly introduced," Kimberly noted, cutting into Connor's thoughts.

"Oh… yeah… right… I'm-"

"Wait!" Tommy interupted Connor's introduction. "I want to see what she's figured out so far."

"Teenage, male… obviously. Ranger, red? Jock, doesn't like the sight of blood," Kimberly guessed, looking at Connor.

"Y-yeah… my names Connor."

"It's very nice to meet you, Connor."

"Y-y-you… too?"

"Teenage, female," she stated the obvious parts first once again, looking at Kira. "Ranger, yellow? Musician, also doesn't like the sight of blood, but doesn't mind it quite as much as Connor. For reasons that I won't state." Connor looked quite relieved at Kimberly's words, seeing this she decided to continue, when Tommy broke in.

"Well you've gotten quite a bit better at reading people."

"Judging by the confused expression on your face, you've gotten much worse," Kimberly noted, to which Tommy shrugged and signaled for her to move on.

"Kira," the yellow clad teen introduced herself.

"It's nice to meet you, Kira,"

"You too," Kira replied, holding much more confidence than Connor managed.

"Teen, male," Kimberly started up again, her gaze directed at Ethan. "Ranger, blue? Techie." Ethan smiled wide as she mentioned that last one. Most people would consider him a computer geek, however, Kimberly said it with much more respect. It obviously made him feel good. Kimberly couldn't help but smile at the teens pride.

"Ethan," he reasponded proudly.

"Nice to meet you, Ethan,"

"Nice to meet you too," Ethan responded, being the first to have enough courage to reach out and shake her hand.

"Teen, male," she started once again, now looking at Trent. "Ranger, white, artist."

"Trent."

"It's nice to meet you, Trent."

"You too," Trent started. "I have a question though."

"Oh?"

"When you stated the others' ranger colors it sounded like you were asking a question, but you seemed sure that I was the white ranger. Why? All of us are weaing our colors."

"The thing is," Kim started with a smile. "I didn't base my guesses on what you're wearing, but your demeanor. Rangers have a tendancy to wear their colors on a daily basis, but ocasionally stray from it for some reason or another. I knew you were the white ranger the same way I guessed your friends' ranger colors."

"So… you compared our actions and attitudes to those of other rangers?" Connor asked, startling more than half the people in the room.

"Exactly!" Kimberly affirmed, beaming at Connor's understanding.

"So… Kim, who do they remind you of?" Tommy asked curiously.

"Well…"