"I'm sorry to hear about you and your friend," Rachel said kindly, actually meaning the response that most people would probably consider merely polite.  "I hope the two of you can eventually sort things out.  Bridget's right, you and your friend here don't fit the rest of the crowd, but then again, none of them look like they can afford the VIP section either."  She was grateful for Bridget's silent encouragement, and gave her arm a quick squeeze of thanks before turning her attention back to Karl and his friend again.<br/><br/>"Should we call you Karl, or Karl Friedrich, or use your full name?  I'll warn you I'm terrible at pronouncing names sometimes, so you'll have to forgive me if I mutilate it," she said.  She grinned as he drew their attention to Baldur, her eyes sparkling with genuine amusement at his teasing.  "Maybe the goth crowd would want to keep him company," she laughed, her smile teasing, but not mean-spirited.  "Good evening to you too, Baldur," she said, hoping she'd guessed right on what he'd said.  "If I got it wrong, it's no wonder.  I don't know German, but I just made a guess," she confessed.  She gave Bridget a questioning look, wondering how she felt about staying here for a bit.  Karl seemed decent enough, and he hadn't tried to do anything that made her uneasy.  It certainly beat being in among the larger crowd of people, that was for sure.