She turned to get a bottle from the tray, and he lunged forward. He had the datacord back in his temple jack and was tapping on the keyboard of his cyberdeck before she had gotten over her surprise that he would wish to dive right back into cyberspace. By then, she thought it unwise to interrupt him. The backup’s job was to pull the decker out if he got into trouble with ice. Normally there was no problem, because the decker’s sanity outweighed the abandonment of the objective. Normally, the backup had a good idea of where in the Matrix the decker was, and who would know if their system had been penetrated. Dodger hadn’t given her an itinerary for this unscheduled run; he could be anywhere. Without knowing, she couldn’t be sure that forcing him to jack out wouldn’t complicate matters by leaving traces of his passage. She put the bottle back on the tray and sat down.