I must not facepalm. Facepalming is the mindkiller...Oh you sophisticated one, cyborg and enforcer, you understand but you do not understand. Sheeana had no wish to find out what the consequences of a fight between a powerful cyborg and a troop of desert warrior-tribesmen inside her brain would be.

"Won't you please come inside, my honored guest? Our village is a humble one, boasting only a small Bene Gesserit outpost to distinguish it, but still you must be tired from your journey and would enjoy some spicecoffee and baklawa, no?" There. That ought to have gotten the message across.