Gerlinde tingled with a shot of sympathetic shock.  Her hand continued, a bit slower, a bit steadier, in its course up and down Lisle's neck.  The rest of her tenses for an instant - one she hopes was unnoticeable - then settles.<br/><br/>Whatever happened, she could handle it.  Gerlinde vaguely recalled thoughts along similar lines last night - fancies of omnipotence.  Right now, she felt no greater than her resume.  That would be enough.<br/><br/>She set aside the shake - behind the leg of the bed, so that if things began to get knocked around, it wouldn't be upset.  Then she leaned in.<br/><br/>"Yes."  Her lips pooched out slightly, catching her from using her first name - those green eyes had a terrific gravity to them.  "My name's Doktor Baumann.  I'm going to help you.  Remember?"<br/><br/>The wonder at what would happen sang through her veins, but Gerlinde was calm as crystal on the outside, trying to keep Lisle's rising distress contained in blue eyes and white caresses.