A small smile formed on Grid's lips as the ice began to crack under Jet's feet. Just another small surprise she'd decided to add to the mix. "Oh... thats gonna hurt..." she muttered as the bamboo bat cracked against the back of Jet's head, and she winced slightly in sympathy. Still, the program was performing well; Jet would now be forced to fight his enemy on the slippery, unstable ice arena that had formed. "This is what you guys get for complaining that the other simulations weren't much of a challenge anymore..." she said, again to herself, with a mild smile. Talking to herself was a habit - perhaps a bad one, depending on who she asked - that she had picked up while spending hours staring at green code falling down screens and monitoring the crew's vitals, praying that she'd soon get the call to find them a hardline to exit the Matrix.

Her fingers flew over keys again, and a second monitor stopped showing the Matrix code, instead bringing up a file that she had been working on for several weeks now in her spare time. When she was done, it would be a sparring partner for the crew that she could partially control through commands, hopefully helping her to make the training less predictable, and give her a bit more of an active role in it. She skimmed the last few lines of code that she'd written and started to type, glancing often to the fight in progress to see how Jet was doing.