[He may be smiling, but now she's tossing him such a glare.]

D-don't rub it in! I already know I'm garbage at this! [Honestly. Did he expect that to sound encouraging?

His offer has her looking to the railing. Sweet, sweet sanctuary. She could just give up.

Her jaw squares, her grip tightens. She turns her focus back to the track ahead.]

No. [Fukawa says firmly.] I'm n-not going to fold like some wet napkin. I have to finish.

[She pulls herself back up, slow and steady. There, feet under her hips, chin up and ready to go. The odds may be against her, but she has a mission. There's only been one whiff of a potential clue so far. It's waiting for her at the finish line.]

I'm g-going to get that stupid walkman. No matter what.