Quorra (Tron: Legacy) - 1
Quorra occasionally claimed to be the internet. She had a permanent neural uplink, wetware that allowed her to jack in no matter where she happened to be, indoors or out, she was her own wireless hotspot.
Right at that moment she was perched in the corner of a railing and a windowledge, one of her usual cat-like places, her fingers almost a blur in front of her, dashing codes and encryptions out on keyboards that only she could see. Her eyes were focused on some middle-distance, one or the other or both shifting focus now and again, or flaring blue-white as she worked.
Her expression was shifting in minute increments from its usual blank to a slowly-dawning panic.