She could make no audible reply, but for the faint hiss and pop of air trying desperately to force past his hand. The gauntles dug into the unprotected flesh of her throat; she was every bit as unarmored as he was shielded, and able to do no more than twist a little and arch in protest has his cold hand slid down between her legs, making her body shudder in revulsion to the rough touch even as her sight began to dim fuzzily around the edges.