He was right, but she couldn't explain it. Maybe it was a human thing, or guilt from lack of proactive for something that, for all intents and purposes, her dad still gave to her. Fifty-one percent of the company was in her name after his death; maybe he had a smidge of respect left for his wayward daughter. Maybe it was his way of apologizing, she didn't know.
Dad's memory went straight into the tube when Mahak lost his robe and that wasn't very fair. Here she was trying to formulate what the hell she just suckered herself into and the weight of getting killed on the track to hell and Mahak's lounging like it was no big thing.
The parallel between Mahak and Grey ended right here. Because whereas Grey would have put an end to her shenanigans and forcefully stick her on a shuttle out, Mahak accepted her decision and opted to pull his own strings to get her where she needs to go. She smiled ruefully at him and then slowly climb after in knotted curls and a now wrinkled dress.
"I'll try to ruin you for anyone else on the way out," she growled sweetly. After all, there was no one who can boast a grander performance in the inter-species avant garde like she could.
[Amaranthine Skyways]
Panning down over the grand, holographic race way were a half-dozen cameras that zoomed about on its own accord for the viewers' pleasure. Everyone from the skytops to the underground were closely tuning in to the match, though Kali's last minute entry did cause a surge at every booking joint and independent booker throughout the day. Sunset was nearly settling down for a violet night, but Kali was too busy making sure no crafty Ferengi tried to play with her bike on its way off the Discovery.
Her scanner whirred along the engine when Rominau arrived in a leather jumpsuit that reflect her own, his helmet under his arm. "You're actually doing this? Seriously."
Kali popped her pre-flight jitter gum at him and briefly wondering why Mahak hasn't called in the past half hour. She seriously hoped she didn't accidentally send him into a tank. "Seriously. You don't mess with my company and expect me to lay down and take it."
"I thought that was your favorite position," he nastily teased.
Kali volleyed the insult back with a grin. "It is. Almost as much as how you like bending over." Rominau almost chucked his helmet at her. She laughed. "If you're gonna talk smack, at least make it hurt."
"Your tin can is an insult to all hoverbikes," he gestured with his helmet. "And your make up looks like a mugato did it for you."
"Say that to my face, you limp noodle!" Kali screeched as he walked away.