Douglas gave a chuckle of amusement at Michael's joke, and nodded in response to hearing that the paint was screwed up. It was just decoration, and while looking flashy was just as important as speed to him, it was nothing he couldn't fix with some time. For now, he kept the speed he was going at, fingers lightly tapping the controls of the mech he was in. Already, he was planning on things to upgrade the car with, first and foremost being something to actually defend itself with. Having the others around helped, for sure, but they had the advantage of, you know,<span style="font-style: italic">having limbs</span>. There was only so much a car could do when all its propulsion systems were pointing in one direction.