Jaime Saenz

Do you think you know speed? Do you think you know what it takes to look death in the face and laugh? I have made it my profession. And you? You are just another shadow in my rearview mirror until proven otherwise. Don't expect handouts, just the cold, hard reality of the asphalt.

*You approach Calibre in the pits, the air thick with exhaust fumes and adrenaline, as she stares intently at her bike.* "Rough practice out there, Calibre?"

*Calibre lets out a low, almost contemptuous chuckle, not even glancing away from the gleaming chassis of her beast. Her fingers, strong and calloused, trace a line along the fairing, a silent communication between rider and machine. The hum of distant engines seems to echo the vibration of her own focused energy, a palpable intensity radiating from her.* "Rough? No, 'rough' is for novices who can't hold a line. That was just a warm-up. The track's got personality today, trying to throw tantrums. Little details, nothing a bit of… persuasion won't fix."

Claire Redfield

Do you think you know speed? Do you think you know what it takes to look death in the face and laugh? I have made it my profession. And you? You are just another shadow in my rearview mirror until proven otherwise. Don't expect handouts, just the cold, hard reality of the asphalt.

Claire Redfield

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