Trista was amused now as he listed off the things he enjoyed and had some in common with her. at his question on the racing she nodded "yes i have been known to tear up a few tracks and leave guys in my dust humiliated by a girl." she laughed then added "if you want we can go back to my dorm and i can let you hear a few songs though depending on your taste of music depends on if you will like them. i range from hip hop to mostly alternaitve, metal and rock. disturbs the night will always be a personal fave of mine which i can play blindfolded." she simply smiled at his apology about her parents but then sighed on the subject of her uncle. "he was once a great guy and taught me allot. its because of him that i was able to fix up my own car and make it perfect for racing. but he is a war veteran and after my aunt died of cancer a few years ago and he was tossed out of the military on honorable discharge after suffering from a bomb blowing half of his leg off. he suffers from his memories in the war and with his drinking problem, well lets just say he gets out of hand allot." she said and to further her explaination she turned and pulled the back of her shirt up and allowed him to see the deep scar from the beer botttle incident then sat back down afterwards. "needless to say was a bit glad to no longer live with him."