Elizabeth Ashreel
|~*|Even Sugar can be Mistaken For Salt|*~|
Danny sends a small glare towards Jayce. "I'm in, back in my home town racing was second nature for me. This isn't my first rodeo, I can assure you. Besides, a little ego bruising has always been a favorite past time of mine." Her accent started becoming a bit heavier as she started getting comfortable in the setting. She hands in the slip and places her hands in her pockets. Despite being terribly injured at the moment the adrenaline of racing once more drifted any pain far off in the distance, leaving only numbness in it's place.