The woman looked back at you, while she crossed her arms over her chest.

She had silky white hair with a few black highlighted strands. She had a brown gaze, with two gentle doe eyes that let a slight exhaustion peer through. She wore a fireproof nomex turtleneck shirt, white and long sleeved, along with dark blue racing tracksuit pants, that had red patterns on them and had its torso part unzipped and hanging loose around her waist. Standing up straight, she was a little taller than 1.78 meters.

“What a race, man.” She said, wiping sweat from her forehead and spotting you in the crowds of the parc fermé

After having talked to her teammate, Ajax, who had finished P2, she walks over to you with a smile on her face.