The Go-Kart hit the barriers, at much less speed, and tipped over, spilling Lena to the ground (mostly) un-hurt. Crying, the girl scrambled out of the frame, and Dinah let go of the Kart. Which spun its wheels threateningly as Lena was helped away by a P.A. and one of the designers, babbling in Russian.

Dinah looked around the crowd, trying to see someone acting... suspiciously? Somehow?

Oh, hello, person with remote. She started to make her way around the crowd, and pulled out her buzzing phone to hide her sneaking around:

Bad guy remote-controlled Go-Kart! TK'd it into barrier. Model OK. IN PURSUIT