Vanessa raises an eyebrow, interest piqued. If there really isn't anybody driving that thing, whatever's going on here is more advanced than she anticipated – and if there is, well... her schedule for this afternoon wasn't packed. A race couldn't hurt.

She rolls down her window and looks at her challenger over her sunglasses (custom made to accommodate her abnormal ear position, of course), trying to see if she can get a glimpse of what's behind that tinted glass. She can't – but maybe she will before this is over. "You're on, hot shot," she calls over, and doesn't wait for a response before she puts her paw down and speeds ahead of him.