Alexandria's face cracked into a grin as the woman who sat near her began excitedly talking about her and her car. She closed her eyes and nodded silently while she listened, and when the girl had finished Alexandria opened her eyes and began to speak in her usual calm and velvet tone. [Color=9932cc]"That's right, sugar. Miss Alexandria Sturlson, driver of the Phoenix. Personally though, I like to think the car and I work together to get those wins. She puts in work, and takes all the beating I put her through. As for how many were made, I'm not surprised it was so few. The original Firebirds came out over a thousand years ago, and Pontiac has been out of business for a long time. It took a lot of money to build these new ones."[/color]

A slight sigh escaped her lips as she dropped her feet to the floor, scooting back in her seat and leaning forward, placing her elbows on her knees. [Color=9932cc]"So you must be Moira, huh? How's the Viper doing? I was thinking of dropping one of those V-tens in my bird, but I ended up having something custom forged."[/color] Alexandria brought her hands down to the tin against her right hip, opening it and retrieving one of her self-rolled cigarettes, along with her book of matches. [Color=9932cc]"Hope you don't mind a bit of smoke by the way."[/color]

After taking a match from the pack Alexandria returned the book to the container. She struck the head against her skirt to ignite it, bringing the unfiltered butt to her puckered lips. She inhaled slowly as the flame met the tobacco filled paper, drawing the smoke into her lungs. The match extinguished itself half down the stick, and Alexandria had no qualms about leaving the charred remains on the floor of the train car. Smoke poured from her nostrils as she exhaled through her nose, and a more relaxed look fell upon her face.