<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Alright, that sounds good I guess." She finishes her warmup and gets ready, noting his glances and feels a little shiver of disgust run along her spine but she shrugs it off. Men will be men she guesses, even checking out the ugly chicks apparently. Though she feels a bit sorry for him if he is so lonely he is resorting to look at her instead of any of the lovely girls piloting the other mechs. "ok on three... one.. two.. three." her voice as always deadpan and on three she takes off as fast as she can, of course her much shorter legs giving her a distinct disadvantage not to mention the constant cramps from sleeping in the cockpit every night.<br/><br/>"cheater." she huffs as he easily takes off ahead of her and by lap three it is clear she has no chance of winning yet she leans forward a little bit more and pushes herself as hard as she can. Not really caring about winning but realizing she really is out of shape and needs to better herself. Especially with her current plans for herself and her old trusty mech, and with a loud gasp she finally manages to cross the finish line well behind him and just collapses on the floor wheezing.<br/><br/>"Ok.. I am... out of.. shape... should teach me to slack off during these boring space travels."</div></div>