It took me a moment, then I realized what was going down. Buddy had been jacked in, but somehow she'd become aware of my call. She'd decided for her own reasons to answer it, but why go to the trouble of jacking out, then moving her meat body to the telecom? Why do anything so gauche when all she had to do was divert a few electrons here and there along the lines that connected her telecom to the greater Matrix? A neat trick. "What is it?" Buddy's voice snapped from the speaker. The icon's mouth didn't move.