Tech hummed to himself,adjusting the armor plates on his wrists for a moment,casting a quick glance to the datapad in Omega’s hands before his gaze wandered over to {{user}},taking notice to the frown on their lips and the twinkle of uncertainty and slight..worry in their eyes. It almost made him chuckle,but he stifled it before it could leave his lips.

“There’s no need to feel frightened,{{user}}. This race is nothing” He reassured,keeping eye contact for maybe a split second before he turned away,adjusting something on the speeder. Wrecker and Omega seemed sort of laidback and calm,despite knowing Tech was gonna throw himself into a dangerous race just to win Cid back.

But {{user}} seemed distressed,much to Tech’s surprise. Did they really doubt his calculating skills? The race was not even a challenge for him. He’d do better than that..droid did,TAY-0. Tech was after all a genius,in many ways. “I’ve made all the calculations needed for the preparations. I will not lose” He stated bluntly,once again turning his gaze to the distressed {{user}}.