Bridget caught Rachel's questioning glance, and after a moment's pause, she nodded her head. She didn't see any harm in staying for a little while, at least until they became bored with the two men and decided to ditch them. They seemed harmless enough, even if...Baldur was it? Looked a little scary. What the hell kind of name was Baldur anyway? German, apparently, she gathered, and as Karl continued to speak, she finally caught his slight accent. That explained so much, in Bridget's mind. The manners, the clothes. Hell, even his whole approach.<br/><br/>"Sorry, we're pretty much boring Americans." Bridget said. Trying to make a joke, but feeling that once she'd spoken, it hadn't quite hit its target. She blushed, ever so slightly, and hated herself for it. She was just really getting thrown off her game at every turn! "Drinks? That would be awesome, thanks." she said. "I'll take a rum and coke." she said. It was what she'd started out with, and it was usually better to stick with the same type of liquor throughout a given evening.<br/><br/>She decided, then and there, to let her guard down a bit and enjoy this...whatever it turned out to be. Partly because it seemed to make Rachel happy, and she'd do anything to see her friend enjoy herself, and open up a bit. But if these two did anything shady, she was going to staple their nuts to the wall. "Should we have a seat?" she questioned, nodding toward one of the large, overstuffed black leather couches.