<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/>Over all the sounds of commotion, the colonel didn’t hear Roxi’s initial approach, but when she heard her name she turned and gave a dutiful smile to whoever it was trying to get her attention. She did not at all expect what she saw. The tall, gorgeous woman with sherbet-colored hair before her was something straight out of a holo. For a moment her heart fluttered like a teenager, but she kept it cool.<br/><br/>“Roxi, is it? I’ve seen you race. They show the post-game in here sometimes. You’ve got a lead foot, girl! I can appreciate that.” Her all-tool flash-fabricated a pen stylus so she could scribble her name on the pad. Jeanette looked closer at the replays scrolling by on the screen. “You’d be right at home in rush hour traffic on Trillium…”<br/><br/>Fans were somewhat of a thing in her own world, but Jeanette wasn’t used to being approached so eagerly by a stranger out here in the Dash, at least by someone that didn’t want something from her. An autograph hardly counted as a bother. It was a nice feeling, being wanted, without all the baggage that usually came along with it. “As I understand it, you’re pretty high in the rankings. It’s impressive, reaction times like that…”<br/><br/>There wasn’t anything quite like G-Force Racing in Mass Impact. In some ways, GFR was more futuristic by centuries, particularly in the city-planets with vertical miles of buildings where races like that could take place. Some of the car chases on Trillium matched the speed, though. “Want a drink? I’m buying,” Jeanette said with a grin. “And you can call me Jean.”