Lisle had never had time to play much chess, although she remembered her father teaching her the names and moves of the pieces.  She understood some basic strategies, however, learned mostly on the run.<br/><br/>"They think - my teeth are a threat.  I mean, they<em>are</em>, but - is there a way to make that a<em>good</em>thing?"<br/><br/>It wasn't what she really wanted to say.  Lisle would rather have found a way to be miles away from all of this, with her own body back - but that wouldn't happen.  If there was a way to survive on the outside... but that didn't sound likely either.  As much as she hated to admit it, her survival now depended on making her captors happy, first Gerlinde and now the Kommandant.