Frankie smiled wickedly at Alex's question. "You bet. What's the point of ridin' a bike if she won't show you what she's got? Just like a woman, I always say." She took a bite of the meal he'd tossed her, sauntering easily over towards Alex and Joy. She clapped him on the back with her free hand, jovially, leaving a small smear of grease on the back of his shirt. "But seein' as how well you handled her, I'm going to have to see if I can't just give you a bit more power to work with on the next race." On her better days (which apparently numbered today among them), she seemed to view her male teammates like brothers, engaging them in friendly banter and camaraderie. Of course, when she was in a darker mood, that could easily turn to aggression and lashing out, but the success on the track had her in high spirits.<br/><br/>Leaning on Alex's shoulder, she turned to face Joy, not bothering to disguise the way her eyes flickered down and up the other woman's body. Frankie never bothered to hide her attraction to the other women on the team. When she was doing well, she was charming, a bit rakish, and always polite whether they returned her affections or not, but on a bad day she might get pushy and aggressive, or withdrawn and sullen. Frankie may have been insane, but she knew it, and as such did her best to avoid emotional entanglements, preferring to keep things physical and as simple as possible. Reluctantly bringing her eyes back to Joy's face, she gave a friendly smile. "Hey babe, how'd your ride handle out there? She treatin' you good?"