He simply watched, letting the constructs permanently assigned to the control room record things, though their usual job as a simulated mission control went unused, as the organics usually didn't want their help in a simulation. Which he personally agreed with, since the mission control would become a handicap if they relied on it and ended up getting cut off from it. As they were, they were quick, well aware of their battle space, though the youngest of the three females tended to not notice long ranged attacks, trusting to her natural defenses to keep her safe rather than the preferred technique of dodging that the older ones used. He simply let it play out, and the gods observe, idly digging through several reports as the simulation wore on.