"They're glad to see you too," Rachel replies, grinning. And, yes, now the evening is complete.

She looks up, and puts a hand warmly at the small of Ilde's back, hello, good to see you. She's not fussed about the personal space thing; Ilde is Ilde, not some random grabbyhands-minded dude, this isn't a problem. And she's a tactile person herself so a friend right here is a friend more easily touched.

"I should get more practice but then, like, the practicing kills me. Oh, the drama, and so on."