She's in her form now. Faster, faster - fast enough to know that this isn't the fastest she's gone. This is merely fast. It's not the frontier of a new possibility. Not like the shadow on her heels. Entirely scientifically uninteresting. All her excitement is in her opponent's performance and not in her own. 

She glances back over her shoulder. She's smiling. 

Well. That's not the same as being bored. That's not incompatible with pushing the horizon of science a step forwards. There's something here to test for after all.

She can see the point where she's going to be overtaken. Can see the angles to ensure they both get onto five, 8-1. Can see the unknown moment hovering like a void a few steps beyond. She commits past all the safe divergence points. She commits for the pride of a perfect victory. She commits because she wants to know if she can pull this off. She commits because she wants to know how deeply those golden eyes have been watching [i]her[/i].

She leaps for the zone. Momentum-destroying, she'll be overtaken for sure. Spins around in mid air. Heart in her mouth. Leg in her hands.

She swings with both hands, releases the throw of her detached leg at the apex of her jump. Aimed to kick Madeleine right in the toast.

Can you dodge this? At this speed? This stupid, worthless thing that I've been throwing for months - but never with a smile before? She doesn't know. She wants to know.