Daniel sat laid there as she first moved to lay beside him then got up and moved to the fire.  "That is what slaves wear if anything at all."  Daniel told her when she talked about clothing.  "It has been like that for quite some time.  Slaves are not usually out here like this but are in the great towers of the cities or tents where there are warm fires that are kept going at night.  She was new to it all and it seemed she had lost all hope and didn't even seemed to want to fight it but end it all.  He wondered why the Slavers of the Black Ships had selected her.  They usually followed, researched and picked their targets with care.  But Zoe it seemed was not at all what they should have brought to Gor.  He had no idea of what to say to her now.  She seemed not to listen or care about trying to fit into her new life, or even try to fight it like all the other women from earth had.  Decent clothes, respect?  Clothes was something she would have to learn was not something a slave could ask for or demand.  Respect, well most men respected their slaves to a point.  They would not abuse them like some men of earth would, but they would be punished for disobedience and not pleasing their master.  He shook his head.  Her mind was scared and that was something that even the physicians of Gor could not fix.<br/><br/>He might have to sell her at Ar's Station.  It was plain to see she was really not fit to be a slave or anything on Gor, or Earth.  Even there it seemed she was having a difficult time living a life of a Earth Woman.  Yes he thought it would be better if he did sell her and take a loss.  Trying to find a position and a place to call home was hard enough and if he got a place on the Tarn Force there, he would be gone for a long time during the day.   There was no way she would be able to be left alone.  He sighed and made himself comfortable.  If she wanted to be cold when the fire died out, then let her, he decided.  She needed a good lesson on not doing what he told her.