Training with Samus is the best kind of regrettable decision. Plenty of good to be found, and self-revenge too. Jim won't always get this kind of special treatment, but hey, at least he's getting a fair warning.

"Right. My mistake." Arms up in defense, she's not paying as much attention to her surroundings as she had been. This kind of relentless assault is distracting for some reason. The parts of her mind not consumed with the fight are registering faint reminders about her surroundings. Jim's prowling isn't helpful, but she doesn't dare complain. At least he's moving at a regular pace.

Wait. Did he just...?

"Poisoning himself, looks like," she huffs as she ducks under a blow and catches the knee that was aimed at her abdomen.