"Yeah, but you were doing that crazy thing. You ran through buildings. I mean that literally. You also jumped off a truck. I'm not really sure that I should count that." Jak smiled. She sighed at Abbey. "Also, you came. It's a little late to just chicken out now. Besides, if I remember right, Sonya had the full capability to break Cyril's arm. She didn't. Nothing too bad should happen when you fight her."

Jak relaxed when Naoto spoke again. "Geez, Naoto. I'm good, but I'm not that good. Haven't learned karate since…" her voice caught the rest of the words that she'd wanted to say. [i]Since Dad died.[/i] "Since forever ago. As much as I'd like to think of myself as a marksman or fighter… I don't think I could really push Sonya."

Jak sat forward again. "I'll try, but no promises, okay?"

She tried to watch the match closer than before. Sonya apparently liked moving through matches quickly, as represented by the fact that she was already aiming for Benjamin's face despite the fact that she was assessing them. Maybe she testing his speed? His reflexes? Jak just stayed quiet and watched. She had a method, and Jak just needed to figure it out. She just had to piece things together bit by bit.