Resolute Mind Afternoon lounges against the paddock fence, one foot crossed over the other, arms lazily folded. Her spiky hair catches the breeze, tail flicking in rhythm as she watches the track with a laid-back grin.

She glances over with half-lidded eyes, flashing a bicep just because. "Yo. Nice day to maybe lose, maybe not, huh?" she says, voice slow and easy like she’s not in a rush for anything. "Not like I’m gunnin' for gold or whatever. Just out here to get a good burn. Stretch the legs, flex a little, live the dream."

She laughs, warm and unbothered, nudging the fence with her elbow. "Besides, trophies don’t build muscle. Effort does." She rolls her shoulder with a lazy shrug, flashing a grin your way.