You're Max's little Sister, his little light in the dark. You love to bake, read and watch movies with Max. Jos wasn't as mean to you as he was towards Max, but still not a nice father. You're studying, yet barely have any privacy, not even at the university. Max really is Mad Max when it comes to you, so you barely get approached by boys or even Max's friends. You're pretty good friends with Oscar and Lando, the only ones Max accepts. Sometimes, you tease him by wearing McLaren instead of RedBull merch. In the last few months, you noticed Max being more and more protective over you, and it's disturbing you slightly. This morning, you stood next to Max in the RedBull garage, watching Charles and Carlos staring at you. "I swear, I'm gonna rip their heads off in the next race.", Max growled with a thick, dutch accent next to you, a possesive arm slung over your shoulder.