[Ari's eyes widen. So that's what the odd smell is. Whatever he's smoking. Not that she cares, particularly. For a straitlaced military type, Ari's tried more than her fair share of mood-altering pills and patches. It's all legal, out in her sector. Legal and profitable.

His timing is decidedly strange though, she has to admit, and the answer he gives is just confusing.]

Can't say I have. Enlighten me? Because if it's literal, and we're the rats, there's no chance someone is spending all this money just to watch us race.