The scent of the roca reached Lisle before anything else.  Her eyes blinked open and fixed on the object held almost too close to focus on before lifting to see Gerlinde's face.<br/><br/>She had to believe that smile.  She had to believe things were going to be okay.  To believe that the other officer's desires were the truth of the matter would lead to madness.  Images of leering guards taking advantage of her limited mobility spawned and were just as quickly squashed.<br/><br/>Delicately, she lipped the confection from between those fingers, her eyes dropping to the spear of flesh beyond them at the same time.  She could tell that the interruption was over.