Hearing the train pull to a stop, Anastasia knew it was time to suit up. Once she was out there, cameras would be on her and she needed to look her best. No fear was allowed on the circuit. She would retain her mysterious cosmonaut image. She flicked open her briefcase and slipped it on over her head as the piece of technology formed armament around her shoulders and went down her body bit by bit, stopping at her hips as she was now, truly, in her gear. To top it off, she slipped on her helmet, the outside world now locked off behind a sheet of glass, all noises filtered and muffled... it gave her time to be alone with her thoughts at the very least. 

As the others boarded her vehicles, she approached her pride and joy... the [b]Nova-5[/b] lunar vehicle, the last remnant of her old job and her tattered career. She still looked beautiful in the sunshine, she smiled to herself as she clambered on top of the vehicle and opened the hatch from above, dropping into the cockpit and preparing the systems, flicking on the power, putting it in gear, preparing the patented CRY-10 weapons system. She didn't intend to destroy her opponents utterly... the most she'd try to do, hopefully, was disable or make them crash. Then it was their problem if they survived or not. 

Her gloved fingers gripped the steering wheel, gripping and ungripping, gripping and ungripping, gripping and ungripping... nerves were getting to her a bit. She could see a lot of speed demons amidst the vehicles, well armoured, weapons mounted... yep, those nerves were mounting. She just had to keep faith in her space age tech and her skills in orbit... after all, she doubred anyone else here could boast having raced a vehicle across the surface of a celestial body. 

She had a scan over the map of the track. Straightforward and pretty simple... she smiled at those hairpin turns. Her vehicle had excellent grip, she would probably be able to make some passes on those. The straights were a bit more of an issue. She'd roll with it.