Rachel grinned at Bridget's vampire hoarder remark, glad that her friend seemed to still have her sense of humor, in spite of the situation.  Bridget had always been the wittier one of the two of them though, something Rachel had always liked about her.  She could usually find something humorous or snarky to say in most situations, a skill that often came in handy, like now, to make Rachel herself feel better about where they found themselves.  "Good question," she smiled back.  "I've heard of hoarding things like books, which I confess to being guilty to myself, but cars?  I'll never have that kind of money, at least not any time soon."<br/><br/>She sped up her pace, noticing Bridget shivering, guessing she must not be too comfortable about now.  Her eyes widened in spite of herself when she saw the car, though that was all the outward sign that Karl would get that she was impressed with the car after all.  She was about to open her mouth to volunteer to take the seat so it wouldn't get stained, when Bridget spoke up first, apparently thinking along the same lines she was, though more practically.  Rachel was the lighter of the two, and so it would be easier for Bridget simply to dry her dress as much as she could manage.  She offered the valet a smile when he brought back towels, liking his attitude better than the staff inside the club, and waited quietly for Bridget to take care of business.  "I do suppose that's one good thing, though we could always get more towels if it was," she said, carefully climbing in and trying to settle as little of her weight on Bridget's lap as she could get away with, comforting herself that at least she wasn't having to sit on some stranger's lap, and that was Bridget was a girl, rather than a guy.  That would just be even more awkward, though she was still glad it wasn't too far to their apartment.