Hugo chuckled, shrugging to Kasumi's knowledge that indeed, the car wasn't going to go far. But they could try, and pull off some kind of upset. He felt good working with her, knowing that whilst most drivers would fight against each other and be total rivals even in the garage, sticking away from each other and only working for the team on the track and in debriefs, the two were actually alright with each other. Better than that asshole, Laurent. He was genuinely despicable, and worst of all, actually a talent. The money coming in from his family made him a necessity at Haas, and while he was good, the attitude of smarmy rich prick resonated far beyond just his own pit box. "Oh yeah, too right. But then again? Just climb into that car and treat it like F2. We got this. What happens, happens." Hugo added, responding to her first question, then listening to her next after clicking through the telemetry, taking in a few early brakes and late deployments of ERS. "Yeah....mostly. Just trying not to think too much about it. It's just a racing car....that goes faster than any other. It'll be fine." He commented, the response half there, but enough in his mind. He would be there when he put his helmet and gloves back on- after all, you didn't get into F1 by being second best. You got there by being elite, and age was not a factor in that. That was what seperated most people from racing drivers, and most racing drivers from Formula One. A level of athletic fitness, cardio, mindset, conviction, and absolute talent. Hugo knew you got this far by being absolutely cut-throat, relentless and totally, totally trusting in your will to win. Even in a car like this- it was knowing the limit before the limit, and getting the best time possible. There were 20 other people that wanted that too. With a data debrief over, Q1 was fast on the horizon. It was going to be a tough session, but they had to make the most of it, the two of them debriefing and getting ready to go out onto the track once again. Helmet and HANS device on, Hugo slowly did up his Alpinestars gloves once more, before clambering back into his machine, surrounded by a small group of engineers and other pit personnel. Taking a moment, he shut his eyes, visualising the turns for almost a solid minute, opening his eyes at the bright white light outside the doors. There was no time to think about what was going to happen. Just to execute it. "Alright Hugo, nice, deep, breath. You are out first. Q1 starts in 90 seconds. We want to put your car on a banker first, then we'll go for another once we see what your time looks like. Let's see what this machine can do, Hugo. Nice and steady." His engineer called out, as Hugo exhaled, leaning back, shutting his eyes for a second and opening again. The engine roared into life as the mechanics pulled everything away, and on the chatter in his ears, he got ready to go. He was going in front of Kasumi on this run, and on the unrubbured track, he knew it would be poor. But it was worth a shot, as he pulled out of the garage, lulling slow in the pit lane, before planting his foot at the end and letting the Honda power unit roar.