Protofire was just leaving the racetracks, having enjoyed a few races himself as he had observed. He stepped out, watching folks depart and come for a moment to get his bearings before he departs the area entirely Slipstream arrives after the races, her sleek black form coming down to circle the track a couple times. She's not firing on the crowd, though her presence here frightens some to hurrying out of here quickly. "Oh?" Arcee wonders. "Well, if you have legitimate business, then I haven't got a problem with it. But I'm watching you." Arcee rubs her chin thoughtfully.