Mac himself was incredibly nimble. He always had been. And being one of the fastest (and, more importantly, human) fighters, himself, he was pretty curious as to where Sonic’s incredible speed came from. Considering he was about half his height, and more importantly, a rodent, the fact he was the fastest thing alive was a concept hard for him to grasp. Sonic’s response didn’t provide much clarity, either, but there was satisfaction in just getting to ask the question.
“Right, yeah, I figured as much.” There were a lot of questions he had for the other competitors that just never got answered. A lot of things the others just didn’t have a technical explanation for. So being greeted with such a response wasn’t anything new, albeit a little disappointing. “It’s fine, man.” Mac merely shrugged it off.
He only gave a short and awkward laugh to Sonic’s follow up comment, though, before scratching the side of his head. “Y- Yeah! I feel that...” Less not that he knew, moreso that stuff was buried under a big rock that was repression. Stuff that would be better forgotten. But that was probably a topic for some other time.
“Y’ must have some hard work-out regime t’ have so much stamina, though, bein’ able t’ go so fast f’ so long...” Sonic was short and stout, pretty lean. No bulging muscle, and pretty easy on the eyes. “I’m envious, y’know?”