The boy looked around, checking out the other races. "Boring, boring, ask for her number later, boring, lizard dude, boring, interesting, definitely ask for<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>number, and.....is that a car?" He crossed his arms him, letting out a huff as he looked at the....thing. It seemed like a car. Was it a car? He should ask if it was a car.<br/><br/>but, at the same time, he wanted to talk to the lizard man. He had time to do both, but it was really the question of which one to do first! "Well, I don't wanna look racist...speciesist?" He wondered out loud, walking over to the Argonian.  He stopped across the hangar from the other racer, looking the lizard over. How does one approach a lizard? Offer him crickets, lizards liked those, right?<br/><br/>It was then the lizard complained hunger, and lack of money! A perfect chance to strike. Quickly walking across the metal floor of the hanger, he raised up a hand and a smile, letting the other racer he was friendly. "Hey! If you need some money for food, don't worry!" He said, taking out his wallet, and taking out....about 100 dollars. And just gave the money to the odd lizardman. "Get yourself as much as ya want, lizardguy!"