<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div><strong>~Jeanette Gagarin<br/>~Desktop</strong><br/><br/>Jeanette snorted at the arrogance comment but didn’t react otherwise. Arrogance was a central part of her program, and being convincing about it had saved more than a few lives. It was amazing how much violence a little confidence and bluster could avoid, and how many other annoying interactions were probably avoided due to poise alone.<br/><br/>Her train of thought derailed when Roxi bumped her, nodding with a smile at being lucky. It was true. She got to work with the best people that had ever lived, fighting the greatest threat there ever was. There was no higher calling. But to say it was exhausting was a terrific understatement. Sitting back and enjoying a race, and for once having someone to root for… that sounded nice.<br/><br/>“I guess that all depends, my racing queen. Do I have a date to the afterparty?” She quirked an eyebrow, smirking.