Douglas' smile faded as some other guy came up and ruined Michael's mood. His expression changed to one of stern disapproval, and the light wrinkling on his face emphasized the expression. "What a punk," He commented, turning back towards the other, friendlier racers. "Hey, don't worry about it. Guy's probably the type who can't focus if anyone's talking. Use that to your advantage," He suggested, lightly nudging Michael's shoulder.<br/><br/>When Diane walked over, his expression went back to one of friendly greeting. "Afternoon, miss," He said. "You gonna be participating in the race?" He wondered about the implications of two racers being in a relationship. If either one of them was the victor, they'd both technically win. Split rewards, at least, assuming they weren't the type to drop one another right after getting some cash. From the few moments he'd known either, Douglas couldn't imagine them doing such a thing.<br/><br/>Thoughts quickly went from that to the odd hair colours of the two. He pondered just why someone would want colour-changing hair, especially in such bright colours. Sure, he'd prefer if his hair could be darker in places. While not exactly greying, a touch of it had lightened due to stress earlier in life. But blue? Nah. That was much too bright.