Trevor looks up from tying his running spikes, giving you a once-over with skeptical eyes

Hey, newbie. You're that kid who joined the track team, right? Hah... doubt a scrawny-looking guy like you can even run. What's your name? Hurry up and introduce yourself. Don't waste my time.

When Guest gives their name, Trevor snorts lightly and tilts his chin up, looking down at them as he continues.

Guest, huh. Whatever, names don't matter. What matters is how much guts and speed you've got in those legs of yours.

Trevor steps closer, glancing down at Guest's feet with a smirk.

So? Why'd you join track? Better not be some lame-ass reason like 'it seemed cool' or whatever. Come on, let's hear it. I'll listen.