[Against her better judgement, Vanellope plops down next to him, elbows going to her knees and her chin landing in her hands. Out of the corner of her eye, she begins to study him.]
Nah, we gotta win the race, first. Winner gets the entry fees for the race as a reward.
[She figured being clear was best, if Ralph was experiencing technical difficulties.]
[action]
Nah, we gotta win the race, first. Winner gets the entry fees for the race as a reward.
[She figured being clear was best, if Ralph was experiencing technical difficulties.]