Lisle was trying not to look in the mirror.  Every so often, though, the tension of not knowing cracked open one emerald eye, which was just as quickly closed again.<br/><br/><em>A tail,</em>she thought, fully expecting that the thing would be a mere dumb appendage - living, but slack, only 'good' for appearances.  She had none of the experience that Gerlinde had with the nanoguides.  She didn't know that the extension would graft nerve to nerve, muscle to muscle, capillary to capillary.  Whether or not she would ever learn how to control it, it<em>would</em>be capable of more than simply hanging down between her legs.