Kimberly
*Oryra would glare back at his darken expression, her stubbornness and a bit of her will to live no matter what showing. That was one thing that though she's been betrayed time and again she didn't let it hold her down. And given the chance she would probably let them all burn as she struck the match. She was never one to kill before but she was more willing with some now, the sisterhood and Baldwin being ones she wanted to see burn now.

Her tail would swish as she gave a glare at Reheem before giving a sly smirk* "Oh come now, they deserved every bruise they got. You least have to be gentle with a lady and they had no respect for me being one" *She would say this sarcastically as she would put one of her covered hands against her heart like she was trying to be genuine.* "It's also not my fault they couldn't see the attack coming from me. That's just being a bad guard if you ask me"

*Oryra couldn't help but scoff at being said to be the healthiest one. She was hardly healthy she just had more of a sass and stubbornness that kept her standing even when she was on a last leg. She learned at least that much from the sisterhood, never show a weakness to a potential enemy.*

"If that's the way you want to do it, than all you get is a name from me. That is as much curtisy you will get from me." *She would growl a little at Baldwin's name as she really had a score to settle with him someday.* "Yes, he stabbed me. No, I have seen no healer. He forced something from a veil into my mouth that made my would knit together painfully and than I woke up here."
Joe
*He continued to not pay much attention to her sarcasm. He took note of her responses, but knew better than to feed into her spite. It was nothing unusual, especially among recent captures, and he understood the reasons for it. Unfortunately for her, she didn't really have a say in the situation.*

"Hmm. Probably would be best to get that injury checked out, just to make sure it healed properly. I don't know what he uses in his potions, and I don't trust his medical work." *He spoke pragmatically. His concern was moreso protecting his investment rather than any care for her as an individual. Desert life was hard, and he needed someone strong enough to handle it. Lingering injuries would only make things harder.*

"One last question. Do you have any particular skills, or a trade you practice?" *He asked. He had made up his mind by now, and was moreso concerned with price negotiations. If she was skilled she'd be worth more, and as such he'd be willing to pay Raheem more. As much as they got along, he drove a hard bargain, and Sayf was in no mood to be swindled.*
Kimberly
*Oryra didn't like the like the best but the slaver was more annoying, he seemed to have some types of ideas to make her not hurt this stranger if he decided to buy her. Though that was just something she would need to deal with later.*

"Not much to check, but that is on the outside. I couldn't tell you how the injuries would be inside... I wouldn't trust anything he gave either." *She would look down at her abdomen, it didn't hurt but she didn't know if that was because of the thing the sisterhood gave her for pain and such back when she first joined or if nothing was wrong.*

"Needlework, I do needlework." *She didn't plan to say that she could do the things she could with a needle, if he knew he'd probably just put more restrictions on her and she didn't want that. Was going to be annoying if he used something anyways to keep her from harming him.* "Made these clothes before they became worn from the desert and ocean conditions for some months."