The thing in Lisa looked at the outstretched hand for a long time, obviously conflicted. Once she looked back at his face, besides the cold light of death in her eyes, there was also genuine, desperate searching.
What she was searching, however, wasn't for honesty on his features right now, but as he wore it in Lisa's locked away memories. The place she wasn't supposed to go- once she dove a little deeper... she definitely saw why. The flirty (if crazy) smile appeared back on her face. It was gently lopsided, with one dimple dug deeper into it's cheek than the other; a flash of Lisa's perfect white teeth. The smile she always gave him right before whispering r-rated things in his ear.
Then she took his hand with a strength that definitely didn't belong to a slightly battered yoga instructor.