Douglas' car came to a stop, gently lowering itself to the ground to rest when the thrusters deactivated. As the cockpit's wind visor retracted, the chest of the robot inside opened up. Douglas climbed out and adjusted his jacket, after which he clambered down a series of ridges that acted as a ladder on the car to get to ground level.<br/><br/>He took some notes of the condition of his car. The shell was sturdy, so aside from a couple easy-to-remove scuffs, the fighting atop it hadn't caused it any structural damage. The fuel cost, however, had been quite high. "Hmm. Gonna need to make some adjustments," He thought aloud. The faster it went, the faster it burned away fuel. If he didn't fix it, there was a risk of running out of juice on a long stretch. But, hey, the whole point of joining was to test the thing out and get some extra cash to keep working on it, so he was satisfied he was getting results. When everyone else decided to run off, Douglas looked over at them and gave a moment of consideration.<br/><br/>"Aw, hell. Why not?" He asked himself, deciding to join everyone else. Some food sounded good right about now, and he liked the group so far. No reason why they couldn't share their break time.