"Nice to meet you, Adam." Bridget replied automatically, though the circumstances were less than ideal. How did she land herself in so many strange and embarrassing predicaments? Wandering into a man's flat and being utterly confused might be the worse one yet. At least she wasn't on camera for it.
Chez Adam. It almost sounded like a restaurant she'd visit to prove to herself that she was still trendy. She did realize he meant his place. "Alright." Brigid agreed and took the offered arm. She had no set time to meet Mark; she'd been planning on surprising him. A few moments longer couldn't hurt. "As long as this isn't a really polite way of taking me to the nearest psychiatrist's office." She joked.