Rachel was about to suggest she and Karl go after Bridget when he brought it up first.  She offered him a grateful smile, taking the hand he offered her automatically, too concerned over Bridget to think much about it.  "That's probably a good idea," she said, glad for the excuse to get out of dancing, though she wished it hadn't been at Bridget's expense.<br/><br/>"It just took me by surprise, that's all," she continued, glad that Bridget hadn't noticed.  In her current mood, Rachel wasn't sure what she'd have done if she had, and so Karl's reassurance that he'd wait for an invitation was a wise choice on his part.<br/><br/>She gave Bridget a concerned glance as the two of them joined her, sure that her desire for a fun evening out had been spoiled.  "I'm starting to remember why I've never really cared for dancing at places like this," she said.  "If you'd rather, we can go home and call it a night," she offered, knowing Karl wanted to talk, but Rachel was more concerned for her friend at the moment than in satisfying Karl's desire for conversation.  There were plenty of other women for him to talk to, after all, and the two of them didn't owe him any loyalty.  Besides, if it were her, she wouldn't want to stay and have casual conversation with someone else's cold drink spilled all over her.