 Why does Gerri kiss Lane?
Raging , Trooper Lane hovered three thousand feet above Tammany Square. The cool cybrain surgically implanted in him was working on the problem. Just a little time off, so I shouldn't blow my top. The humming paragrav-paks embedded beneath his shoulder blades held him motionless above Newyork's three administrative towers. They don't teach them about their own city, that they'll be fighting for. Two black paragrav-boats whirred along the translucent underside of Newyork's anti-missile force-shield, the Shell. Lane somersaulted. Cybrain had taken charge of his motor nerves. A predatory excitement rippled through him as he sailed down through the air. Lane dropped lightly to the floor, inside the room, in battle-crouch. Tammany Hall has warned that this man is extremely dangerous. Citizens are cautioned to keep clear of him. Lane is an insane killer. Lane's mailed hand snapped open a pouch at his belt. The force-bomb "exploded"—swelled or inflated, really, but with the speed of a blast. It shaded the view from his window and re-entered the tower wall just below. Orange or green is the action. Nothing gets past, except maybe a full-size blaster-beam. "Gerri Kin. Look, Lane, holding me is no good. Me and my buddies, we just come back from fighting in Chi, Gerri. Gerri Kin said, "That's what the force-domes did. But also the road to the return to city-states.
 She pities him.
 She pities him.  She is terrified he'll kill her if she doesn't.  She likes Lane.  He is trying to save her life.