She got onboard the train headed for the track and took a seat near the front... maybe she was just used to being so up close to the windows it came naturally. It didn't matter much, she wasn't driving, and this train hopefully wouldn't burn up on its trip to god knows where. 

She sat relatively alone and kept her helmet in her lap for the time being. Just in case someone wanted to talk to her... then again, looking around, did she really want that? Some of the people here didn't exactly look like good folks, not that one drinking alcohol straight from the bottle like a homeless person... there were a fair amount of other women here, something she felt a little comfort in. At least she wouldn't be racing up against pure testosterone all the time. 

Her gloved fingers drummed impatiently on the glass visor of her helmet... how curious it would feel, to be so seperated from her competitors in their vehicles, yet she could see them here, so close. She could talk to them, learn of their entire life story in just a few minutes, learn what they liked, how they raced... and in the end, chances were they'd go up in smoke or be carried out on a stretcher. How sad... long lives snuffed out in a matter of seconds. 

She must've looked a little sorrowful to anyone watching her...