<strong>Tagged</strong>:<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Cockpit, Living Quarters<br/><hr/><br/>Aurora sighed in relief as the first lights of New Amsterdam came in view. While it wasn't exactly a tropical paradise, she was in fact happy to return to what some would classify as civilization. She had set up a meeting with a prospective crew member in the town, one who'd take over Joy's position as truck driver which would free the co-racer of the tiresome job. She'd have some more stress free time to tinker with her own vehicles and would be able to show up fresh at the start of a new race. It was just a matter of finding the man now, but she hoped that the contacts she maintained in the city would help her out.<br/><br/>She gratefully accepted her team jacket that Wiggy had so kindly brought to her. She thanked the girl, whom she started to consider as her little sister by now, graciously. She put it on over her ripped dress shirt and zipped it up right above her navel, as per the team's fashion style. The only thing that was missing from her usual team outfit attire were the green bikini bottoms. She was still somewhat dressed in her business suit though, which she supposed would have to do for now. The team outfit wasn't particularly suited outside of tracks and their garage anyway, it drew quite some attention for reason that ought to be obvious.<br/><br/>Joy had parked the Titan on New Amsterdam's race track grounds, which were deserted for all but a few other team trucks that were making a stop here in New Amsterdam. It wouldn't be long though, before the track would be filled with people again. Aurora was on her way upstairs, heading towards the living quarters, when she walked past this year's racing calender. New Amsterdam's race was still a few days away, so they had plenty of time to get supplies, perform repairs, tests and checks and in Alex' case, drink a lot of booze, before they'd have to be ready for the race.<br/><br/>Once arrived in the living quarters, Aurora headed for the uniform and switched her skirt and panties for the proper green bikini bottoms. She returned to her small desk again and began looking through her messed up papers and contact details, trying to find the information she needed to contact the new truck driver, or at least figure out how reach someone who might know more about his whereabouts.