Tracy laughed sheepishly at Markus's reprimand. "Haha, well, sorry I was just excited. I mean, aren't you?" As soon as the boy took of his helmet, Tracy's head poked up in surprise. "Markus, Is that you?"'

To her, Markus was the slightly bratty kid of one of the many business partners her parents had met. When she had seen him, he was asking his mother to get him this and tat. This was around the time she had begun learning martial arts, so her distaste for her family's mannerisms (which were shared by a great majority of the members of high-society) had become more profound. She didn't like him so much at first, but later thought that he wasn't [i]that[/i] bad - just a problem of upbringing. 

Her head already confirming that this was indeed the son of one of her parents old business partners, the girl approached Markus with an even wider grin on her face. "Wow! This is one hell of a coincidence, I haven't seen you in years! How's your family doi - ugh," she said, biting her tongue in mid-sentence as she remembered [i]exactly[/i] how his family was doing. In an attempt to cover up for her mistake, Tracy fumbled with her words for a few seconds as she thought of something to say. "Bu - uh - er . . . so? Um, yeah, it's good to see you again?"