[Andros turned to Zhane, queuing on that part of him that was always connected to the other ranger. Distress, worry. Something was wrong. He made quick work of the crowd in between them, darting in between and pushing people aside where necessary.

And then also did his best to shove himself in between Narciso and Zhane, trying to shove his own consciousness and sense of self into the silver ranger.

Hey, I'm Andros. He's taken and I don't share. Next time I'll put my name on him so you don't get confused.

[Andros turned to Zhane, shaking his head.]

I can't leave you alone for a minute, can I? Didn't anyone ever tell you not to accept gifts from strangers? You are so in a time out.