[Jim rubs the back of his hand across his mouth. He can taste blood - must've bitten something when he hit the ground.]
You sure you didn't let me win?
[It's what he would have done, but there's no rancour in the comment. Maybe he can work with this guy after all. If he's good enough to design a pitch-perfect phaser, and motorcycles on the fly, he's good enough to win a race.]
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You sure you didn't let me win?
[It's what he would have done, but there's no rancour in the comment. Maybe he can work with this guy after all. If he's good enough to design a pitch-perfect phaser, and motorcycles on the fly, he's good enough to win a race.]