[Elena looks over Racetrack's shoulder at the interior. In fact, she doesn't even really spare Racetrack much of a look at all. She was pretty serious about that whole pilot thing. Not what Elena would've hoped for as far as cabins are concerned, but to each other own.]
[Doesn't mean there won't be judgments made, but...]
spam that actually farts prettier rainbows than unicorns
[Doesn't mean there won't be judgments made, but...]
[She finally gives Racetrack the time of day.]
Well, who am I to say no to free booze?