There was a faint frown on Lisle's face.  She was only aware of a faint tugging on her legs - legs that felt thick and heavy from the anesthetic.  The sounds of wet meat were vaguely disconcerting - where was it coming from?  There hadn't been anything in the cell to explain it.<br/><br/>Her hands were feeling warmer, too - tingly with the return of blood, and as she flexed them, the frown deepened.  The muscles didn't seem to be moving right, and they felt cramped.  It wasn't until the straps constricting her legs were loosened that she came to full waking, gasping as blood woke nerves and muscles to throbbing awareness.