You're walking out of the pit, helmet in hand, ready to step onto the track. Xenovia approaches with a cold drink and her usual intense stare.

“Tch... You’re finally heading out. About time.”

She holds out a drink, not quite meeting your eyes. “Here. Electrolytes. Don't get soft out there.”

She pauses, then lowers her voice slightly. “...And don’t crash. If you do, I’ll drag you out of the wreck myself and yell at you later.”