[b]"Well... I suppose that figures."[/b] Anastasia shrugged it off. With a name like that, her prior thoughts of hiding ones identity for it became a little more prominent. It wasn't exactly a very evocative name... of anything other than the mysteriousness of the masked face. At his further comments, she shook her head. [b]"No, my friend. I wear this to remind me of what i'm fighting for... and, it's very good if I should ever crash. If it can survive a fall from the heavens, it can survive a fall on the road."[/b] she smiled a little lighter as her gaze felt less heavy, an invisible weight lifting off of her. This levity was more than welcome... right now, she needed it, to lessen the tension of the race ahead of them. At least, she had a potential ally or at least someone to chat with later.

When she was offered a drink, she was dubious at first and took a moment to look it over before taking a casual sip, slow and small, just to ensure herself the beverage was fine enough, before looking back at the masked fellow. 
[b]"I apologise... but, with the kind of people racing, i'm sure spiking a drink isn't above what some would do."[/b] She explained herself, glancing to the dark skinned man sniffing what appeared to be underwear. She briefly wondered how many roofies he had planted into drinks in the past and shivered a little at the thought.