Joy expressed annoyance at how her three-wheeled bike had 'purred,' telling exactly how and why the vehicle gave off that sudden roar before getting attacked by bandits. She let him exit the corridor without a scratch, but couldn't help but glance at the skin underneath the torn sections of his shirt. She entered the garage to find a rather messy place. Everything important sat where they were supposed to be. The unimportant stuff, like wrenches and power tools were strewn about desks and the floor. Joy strolled over to her 3-REX, finding unknown residue on the front window of the cockpit. Everything was as she, or Wiggy or Frankie, left it.<br/><br/>She eyed a screen which held a collection of security displays. She witnessed Alex's male body dragging a reluctant woman with glass on toward the town across the way. No doubt he was going to have a drink. She smiled, and said to herself, Hope you get drunk like last time. i'm not going to be the one to drag your sorry ass back to the truck. Part of her wished she was dragged off instead of the technician Wiggy, just for the reason to undress Alex while he was passed ...  and maybe do more than the last time he bared his chest.<br/><br/>She turned to the button that lowered the access ramp and pressed it lowering the door and letting the salty morning sea breeze to enter the garage. Even when the engines cooled of and weren't supplying power to the truck, thr batteries would have been fully charged during the little attack. The crew could survive a week with just the power of the batteries, but they needed fuel in order to let the engines charged them back again. Joy wondered when they were going to resupply. She therefore turned on all the holoscreens that she needed, two for the upcoming race, three for the track's database, and one just for media. Guerilla news bot already had the top story of one of the team employed by Elite Enterprise being attacked by bandits. joy smiled, seeing her driving clear to see on the screen.<br/><br/>Walking over to her vehicle, she popped open the door, letting it hang open Lambo-style. Unlike Alex's bike, she had a fully enclosed cockpit and aluminum body which made the trike more aerodynamic and race worthy. Even though a naked body lay on her windshield and the engine fired up once, the gas tank remained full and the aerodynamics uncompromised. joy sighed, wiping the residue off with a dirty rag.