Similarly avoiding being netted in any crowds, Bruce is picking his way through the catacomb of little rooms, moving with a practiced, unobtrusive grace that leaves him unnoticed by most people. Well - maybe usually it does, but apparently the way he holds himself draws eyes in this particular club like it doesn't elsewhere. He finds that a little funny, but that doesn't mean he's not still disinclined to mingle; enough's built up over the past week to leave him even more wary of socialization. But it's Hasi, his only true friend and ally in Baedal, and so he's here.

There's a bit of a near-miss with a waitress on teetering heels, a tray of half-finished shots, and a very tall patron making eyes at them both, but Bruce manages to assist smoothly to avoid disaster. He slips away before anyone can engage him in conversation - a little hurriedly - and ends up near Rachel. He flashes her a subdued smile that's just shy of self-depreciating in the event she caught his narrow escape, there.