If Zordon had wanted his teen warriorsto take such great care of their secrets, he could've given them a lot more in stealth training. For example: Billy really should've taken a backpack, or some tools, or anything that would make it less blindingly obvious that he'd teleported.

Billy looked rather pale despite the sun, meaning that he knew very well that he was caught.

"All right. But before you do anything else, I really have to advise that we leave this area. The aliens here? They have a tendency to teleport right in and start attacking the first thing that looks interesting."

For instance, there could be a mook attack...now. A telltale crackle filled the air, and then there were three clay golems staring them down.

Billy instantly lunged, punching and tossing one with an efficiency that had taken him plenty of practice. "Don't worry, this'll only be a minute!"