That startled another laugh out of her, which amused her in its own right. She didn't think she'd be laughing this much, kidnapped and modified and isolated from everyone that she knew.

But what could she say, Richard Sharpe was funny and laughter was very good for the soul.

"I guess I'll let you know about the pardon if I meet a Frenchman," she said once she'd recovered, using her free hand to tuck a multi-colored strand of hair behind an ear.