Nothing could make Lisle as excited as Gerlinde was.  Even the 'accidental' brushes of her sensitive length brought little more than a shiver to her.  She resolutely turned her face away from the sinister gleam of the instruments and the abomination in the tube.<br/><br/>She didn't struggle, though.  She knew that would bring the whip, the firing squad - or worse.  Yes, there were worse things than death, in Lisle's mind.  The walk through the cell-block had impressed that upon her.  She would remain cooperative by virtue of that threat, if nothing else.