Bridget helped Rachel get settled in her lap, which wasn't as easy as one might have thought. The cockpit like design made it a snug fit for the girls, as it wasn't designed to hold two passengers. It took some work, but with help from Rachel, Bridget was even able to get the seatbelt over them. Bridget had little choice but to wrap her arms around Rachel's waist, in order to be any sort of comfortable. At least it was her best friend, and not some strange girl she'd never met. That could be a little odd.<br/><br/>Karl started the car, and it performed like one would expect such a high end car to perform. A smooth, sleek ride practically pulsing with power.<br/><br/>She listened to his denials of his hoarderness, but she still suspected he had some hoarder tendencies. Just because he was rich and therefore wasn't living in a filthy, stuffed to the gills hovel didn't mean that he didn't share the tendencies. She was right on this, she just knew it. "If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck..."she teased and shrugged her shoulders. Her brown eyes traveled over to the dash, taking in the numbers, and she swallowed a bit nervously. He might be immortal, but they certainly weren't.<br/><br/>She was glad when they pulled up in front of the apartment building that she and Rachel called home. It was a little older, near the University and popular with students because of the cheap rent. The girls stepped out of the car and Bridget smiled politely at Karl. "Well, thank you for driving us home and making sure we got here in one piece." she said. "I'd invite you in for a drink, but you don't drink." she stated.