The sounds of conversation caught the older human's attention. He laid eyes on a dude just handing a total stranger about 100 bucks. It was a friendly gesture, he supposed. Maybe it was the guy's first time seeing one of the reptilians, or maybe he just had no sense of responsibility with cash. To be fair, neither did he. One of the first things the man could admit is that he spent way too much money on things for the sake of building and science.<br/><br/>Though really, money spent on something one loves isn't money wasted, right? A little smile came across his face, and so the two younger-lookin' dudes wouldn't be too in debt by the time the race was over, he decided to share some of his haul as well. It was like Christmas, only with aliens and robots.<br/><br/>As he made the decision, he walked over to speak to the two. They seemed like some of the friendliest of the racers around. Some of the others had been politely disinterested, or just plain rude. Why someone would decide to be a prick to others they were competing against was beyond him, especially due to the danger of the sport they were taking place in.<br/><br/>Not like<span style="font-style: italic">he</span>would ever take advantage of that fact. But you never know with some people.<br/><br/>He waved from a slight distance, then put his hands in his pockets. "Afternoon, fellas. Looking forward to the race?" He asked. Of course they would be, everyone was. With a reward that big, who the heck wouldn't be hyped for it?