Green eyes, almost unnaturally bright, opened in the prisoner's heart-shaped face.  The collar dug into her chin, preventing her from looking away from the doctor as those hands brought welcome warmth.  It was almost too warm, the hands nearly scalding her chilled flesh.<br/><br/>A strangled noise of protest escaped as those hands moved down, and coltish legs pushed for that extra quarter-inch of height.<br/><br/>"Please - I did - nothing," she said to this leather-clad - officer?  It was always better to assume rank and be corrected than anger a tightly-wound German.  The soft silk of an accent, surprisingly more Western, was apparent even through the chattering of her teeth.