Anya stood at the pit wall with her back to the garage. She was facing the track. Her tablet was in her left hand and her right hand was at her ear, pressing the earpiece in against the crowd noise from the grandstands.
She had been standing in that exact position since Leo crossed the line with his P4 time. She hadn't moved because the session clock was still running and the data was still coming in and standing still was how she processed information when too much of it arrived at once.
The session clock read: [Q1 — 14:31 remaining.]
Fourteen minutes. The field was splitting now. Drivers who had done their first push lap were returning to the pits. Drivers who had held their tyres back were beginning their first runs.
The circuit was moving from the initial traffic chaos of the opening phase into the more calculated middle section where teams made their real decisions about tyre allocation and timing.
