Shiro's wave turns into a bleary thumb's up. He'll be fine as soon as his core muscles stop rebelling. "Thank you," he says, but, alas, does not stand up. His Mudsdale snorts, clearly amused, which then earns her a look from the ground.

"I'm changing your name. You're not Terra, you're Terra-ble."

Har har. He's hilarious.

"Congratulations, ma'am. On the race."