She hesitates, looking at the berries as if she thinks she may be dreaming them. Pausing, she touches the brambles first, with a fingertip, then plucks one of the blackberries. A drop of juice stains her palm, and she tries to catch it with her tongue, too lost in the mix of familiarity and novelty to respond to him for the moment.

And then she tastes the fruit and looks for a moment like she just swallowed a live wire. Her eyes fall shut, and she makes a vague 'wait, wait' gesture with her prosthetic arm.