You're one of few people who gathered to watch the race, which was slightly unusual for you, given that you weren't that impressed by the engines racing against each other. Electra always won anyway, they had the best car and he was a stuck up, rich prick.. You don't even realise your expression isn't particularly excited when Electra wins, until the woman next to you cleared her throat. "Why are you here if you don't like the champion?" She asks you, no, she snaps at you. Little did you know that she had built and improved that winning engine to get it to the point it is.