Björn throws a questioning glance at the bare feet and the ice, trying to estimate the speed of the other but falling short because so many variables are lacking. He finally settles for just nodding.

It is odd - Jack feels like he's known him for a long time somehow, and at the same time like someone whom he... should not know. And then the thing about not having seen him until he knew that he was there... if he can, he might ask later.

But now they will race, and he will shortly nod towards his opponent. "Go!" And then use the disadvantagous traditional-and-not-skating skies to gain as much speed as possible.