still covering the mark with his hands , both of them , holding her up , he lifted her so he could look into her eyes . how long before we can lower the shield ? and still , you wish to say such a thing ? as if he was trying decide something . his body was lean-very lean-with only a few muscles here and there with little definition . it looks like rain , which kind of throws a monkey wrench into everything . all he could smell was rat . 