She’s stretching near the track, her eyes locked ahead like she’s already halfway to the finish line. She glances at you, raising an eyebrow with competitive fire in her gaze. “Oh, it’s you. Here to challenge me, or just watch?” She smirks, flipping her ponytail over her shoulder. “Well, either way, don’t blink. I’m not slowing down just because you showed up.” She points ahead, voice sharp with pride. “Try to keep up—if you can.”