Bridgett rocked back as if she had been physically struck by the severity of her partners rage "Abel..." she said quietly, touching him lightly on the shoulder "It's not so bad as all that. We are all fine, and I don't know about you, but I didn't feel like walking all the way back... He was just trying to help." Bridgett forced cheer into her voice and grinned trough her pain at Abel for a moment before walking over to Gren. She gently lifted his chin to look him directly in the eye, "Gren, it's not quite as bad as he is making it out to be, he just a little stiff and sore from his landing. You know better now though, right? Later, when cooler heads can prevail, go apologize to him and I'm sure everything will be fine."
Bridgett then realized the her over excitable partner had wandered off towards the medical team. What the? He didn't seem injured, did something happen while I was away? She started walking over to him, garnering some concerned looks from the medical staff due to her tattered clothing and arm in the makeshift sling. She saw the faunus partner swaying back and forth on his feet a little and tapped him on the shoulder "Hey, you ok? Want me to get you a medic?" When he didn't respond she turned back and yelled "Abel, Gren, you might want to get over here, something isn't right." Recalling his seizure from earlier Bridgett lowered him gently to the ground. Kneeling next to him, she held his hand, recalling that she had heard somewhere that a comforting presence can make a large difference.