If anyone else had touched her in such a strangely intimate way, especially someone who she had only met less than a day ago, she would have slapped his hand away.  But Mariska finds she cannot, and that perhaps would not wish to if she could.  She cannot escape his gaze either, as she seems to be caught in the state between waking and dreaming.<br/><br/>"Yes...I am fine...truly..."  She breaks off realizing that she is not actually certain whether she is fine or not.