Wiggy had heard the yelling all the way from her chosen hiding spot in the corridor, leaving her to cringe even while safely outside the radius of the “Love” explosion. It had become common practice for her by now to play a game of wait-and-see after their races, just so she could avoid being caught by one of their driver’s little hissy fits. Thankfully, she never had to wait long and after giving a short pause for good measure, she once again braved the corridor.<br/><br/>With a laptop in hand and her dark green eyes firmly glued to the screen, the technician proceeded to make her way to the others, deftly sidestepping all the odds and ends which littered their behemoth of a vehicle. Besides a pair of white trainers and gloves, Wiggy wore the team jumpsuit with the zip stuck down in its usual spot, right beneath her navel, once again baring more than some would expect from one so withdrawn. She also wore small, round-rimmed, glasses; a pair which looked up when she heard the person she was looking for approaching. With a quick glance back to her screen, the shy technician stopped as she met Aurora.<br/><br/>“H-hi Fire,” she greeted awkwardly as she used a free hand to brush aside a fallen lock of her light brown hair. Normally Wiggy would have been more comfortable chatting with one of her own team-mates but this time, it was different. She needed to “demand” something from their handler. “Listen, I know- I know you’re really trying but we’re honestly falling a little short of the needed supplies. If not for Frankie’s miracle work with Joy’s engine, I- I’m not sure if we would even have gotten the second driver on the track. Isn’t there anything you can do to get us more funding?” As she spoke, Wiggy fidgeted with the laptop, more to distract herself from Aurora than for any real reason.