<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Roxi2_zps71663c48.jpg)</div><strong>~Roxi Rocket</strong><br/><strong>~The Desktop</strong><br/><br/>Roxi blinked and smiled. It looked like the feeling of admiration was mutual. That was certainly unexpected! She didn't think Jeanette would even recognize her, much less enjoy her handiwork. A slight flush crept up the racer's cheeks, but she tried to keep it cool, though her slight shifting from one foot to the other betrayed her nervousness. She edged slightly closer. "Really?" she asked, "You think so? I mean, yeah, I'm pretty good during the off-hours races, but I never get selected in-game. Mostly I just gather dust or, when the Player's sister fires the game up, I spend a lot of time bumping into walls." She cringes a little. "My poor CherryBomb," the racer mutters.<br/><br/>She sits up straight and grins at Jeanette's offer of a drink, "Sure. I'll have whatever you're having. I can't let you pay though, that's not right. I should be buyin' YOU drinks, Colone-.. er, Jean." Roxi grins a touch, "After all, you're the galaxy-saving heroine. A drink is the least I can do."