[What he says hangs between them with that subtle weight, knowing fully well that Lotor has indeed witnessed the rise and fall of many worlds, all lost to the deathgrip of his father. And while that era may soon be ended with their alliance and the death of Zarkon, she still gently squeezes Lotor's hand reassuringly, remembering the story of the planet he had overseen and lost.

The loss of Altea was one she never witnessed. The moment she woke, all that remained were skeletons of lost planets, including her own.

Instead, for now, she'll focus on the topic of the races, Lotor's teasing amusement getting another laugh from her, and she gives him a wry look.]

I was just using those two as an example; I am far more composed when it comes to challenges than Lance. [a....lie.] You seem quick to not want to race me...too bad for you I will not leave you alone to your own devices.

[challenge indeed.

also, she dares a more obvious tinge of flirtation.]

I will enjoy the spectacle-- of you coming in second behind me.