Lisle's eyes opened as she felt a faint tugging - not from the scalpel, which was razor sharp, but from the skin actually parting and spreading wide.  She felt vaguely sick as her eyes were drawn to the exposed muscle, and then the white glint of bone as her back was opened.<br/><br/>"I would only bite if someone deserved to be bitten," she said flatly.  It was an attempt to distance herself from the work that she could see being done.  She could feel the motion transferred through the other bones and muscles, but if she talked, she could pretend that she didn't.