> Jack was mere seconds behind as he saw Dimitri cross, with Violet right in front of him and her challenger not far behind. He shot forward to claim second, lost it to Violet and claimed third. He immediately went over to her. "Are you okay? How's your wrist?" He sounded pretty genuinely worried.

Violet rolls her eyes and jerks away from him, rubbing her still sore wrist. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me." She thought it was cute that he sounds like a concerned boyfriend, but she really didn't not need to be bumped into or jostled around. "I just dislocated my wrist is all."