Siena remained perched on Marion's lap, her brief intrusion on the woman's personal space dismissed with little more than a nod. Her concern about the woman grew - she didn't wish to be a rift between the two of them, especially as, as far as she could tell, the woman had a quiet but quick wit to her, and that kind of mind could make her life...unpleasant.<br/><br/>The Catkin slipped out of the flier as he opened the side bay, once again showing her remarkable flexibility as she eased her way out before essentially unfolding as she was free of the vehicle. The girl didn't complain as he wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled the pleasure slave close, his hand wandering - she had experienced far worse, even if the slavers had been trying to keep her relatively free from abuse.<br/><br/>"As you say Sir...dinner and rest would be...nice." The word seemed less than it should be, but she lacked a word for her exhaustion, and the desperate sense of longing for anything resembling a real meal that had settled in her. She wanted to keep her composure. She couldn't break down.