Rachel returned Bridget's shrug, confused at Karl's hasty departure, but not particularly caring too much about it beyond being curious.  "We don't have to stay, especially after some jerk not watching what he was doing.  Sure, Karl seems okay, but I'm not going to be insensitive and say we should stay so we can get to know him better.  Besides, tonight's not the end of the world, and it won't kill him if we leave early," she said, reaching across to give her friend's hand a quick squeeze of encouragement.<br/><br/>Just then Karl and the stranger returned, and she sat coolly and listened as the man began to speak, her eyes widening in shocked surprise as he offered them what amounted to a confession.  She let Bridget handle dealing with him, as it was her dress he'd damaged, and offered Bridget a pleased grin.  "Well, at least he did you a favor in paying to have it cleaned, assuming it still can be.  Let's go home before that has a chance to set in any further, and hope morning won't be too late for it to get looked at."  She thought they might have a chance if they left now and got the dress into some cold water, and she also wanted to see if Karl would keep his word about not trying to convince them to stay if they wanted to leave.  She knew Bridget must be feeling awful, and Bridget would do the same for her in leaving, if the situation was the other way around.<br/><br/>"Thank you for finding him for us, Karl, but I think it would probably be best if we went on home," she said politely, sparing him a cursory glance before turning back to Brudget, and not resenting the early end to the evening.