[For all the sights and sounds that surround them, her attention does focus squarely on Lotor as he talks. She finds that it's easy to pay attention to him, even among a more fantastical setting, and there's a small warmth of appreciation coiling deep in her heart as he talks a bit more of his past, knowing that with an upbringing like his it may not have been easy to do things for fun.

Again, she gives his hand a light and gentle squeeze, and her expression softens with a smile of admiration, almost adoration, especially when he speaks of his more studious side.

She can picture it: a young Lotor settled in his quarters with a large tome of an ancient book. But the mention of his exile does put that calm and quiet image of him studying away.]

For what it's worth, allowing us to capture you has lead to something great. And again, I really do apologize for how we treated you in the earlier days of your alliance with us.

[she has to say it again. truly feeling this way. and now they've made their way officially to to the racing sign up, but Allura does pause her steps to turn and face Lotor, to hold both his hands in hers now, looking very much appreciative and very much sweet, seeming like she's about to go into how amazing she thinks him to be---]

But...I will beat you in this race.