Whaaat, this o-old thing?

[She rolls her eyes, flicking the corner of the necklace with a finger.]

This ain't got nothin' to do with ANYTHIN' stink-brain. An' here I was thinkin' you were usin' that brain of yours for once, if it even exists-

[Carefully she peers around him before taking a step back, keeping her eyes fixated on the exit for a moment.]

I just think ya keep forgettin'... that us racers aren't 'xactly as sweet as we appear to be. ...Don'tcha remember what everyone did to my kart?

[Of course, that was BEFORE they'd regained their memories..]