Frankie walked on to the bridge, her grease-stained work coveralls unzipped to reveal a plain white tank-top beneath, a headcloth holding her short spiky blonde hair in check. She was wiping her hands on a rag that looked like it had once been white, but now was a dull grey from the accumulation of grease and grime. She threw the rag over her shoulder and looked around the room. "Alex gone already? Sounded like he was having a good time with you fine ladies." She smiled rakishly at Joy and Aurora.<br/><br/>Her walk had a bit of a swagger to it, like someone who was very satisfied with their work, or their love life. "Anyone seen Wiggy around? I want to congratulate her on her work for the race." She whistled, low, "Because damn! That bike ran like nothing I'd ever seen when she was done with it." She put her hand over her heart, as if saluting. "Makes me proud to be part of this team." She sat down on a crate, peeling the top half of her coveralls the rest of the way off and wrapping them around her waist. She was proud of the way the bikes had performed in the last race, although she knew that their success was owed as much as, if not more, to the drivers as to her own behind-the-scenes efforts. Still, she got into the race as much as anyone, and was riding high on their successes so far.