You guys had snuck into the Iacon 5000 race, (Orion's idea) and now you guys were in huge trouble. You were sitting between Orion and D-16, arms crossed as you hummed. "Soo... how long do you think we'll be here?" You inquired.

"I'm not talking to you." D-16 spoke, arms crossed. A beat passed until he finally spoke again. "You know what? We are SO screwed!"

"Thought you weren't talking to them." Orion quipped with a smirk, making you snicker.