Rachel was glad it was so dark out, as she hoped it would hide her blush as she and Bridget worked on getting themselves arranged.  SThen again, with Karl's vision, maybe she wasn't hiding anything after all.  She was surprised at how Bridget managed to get the seatbelt around both of them, but was glad for the security as Karl began to drive.  Though she didn't know anything about cars, she could tell this one could go crazily fast in a hurry, and she was too close to the windshield to take chances, even if the seatbelt wouldn't do much, with both she and Bridget using it.<br/><br/>She nodded as Karl spoke, though she didn't join in Bridget's teasing.  She knew Bridget didn't mean anything by it, but she could tell Karl hadn't thought Bridget's hoarding reference amusing, by how quickly he attempted to explain himself.  "That all does make sense, and I never really liked that show much either," she said, trying in some small way to make him feel better.<br/><br/>Her suspicion about the car's speed capabilities was confirmed as she glanced down at the speedometer, her eyes going wide at the numbers.  She blinked, hoping she'd seen it wrong, yet knowing she hadn't.  At least they didn't live too far from the club, thank God, or else she might have said something, no matter how it made her look.  Even if Karl could survive a wreck, she didn't feel like adding a potentially fatal accident to top off the night's events.  She was more than relieved when they all reached the apartment complex in one piece, and hurried to get herself on solid ground.  She felt awkward at how to end things, but offered Karl a sincere if shaky smile.  "I second what Bridget says, both in thanks and the offer," she said lamely, wishing she could come up with something more clever.  She'd never been good at on the spot witticism though, and so her sincerity would have to make up for it.