He opened the hatch, waiting for her to pass through before closing it again. He had to admit, her figure was very distracting, sultry even, battered and bruised as she was now. He made a mental note to chack the container she had been in for anything important, then kick it off the ship, just in case.<br/><br/>He had to strain a bot to hear her talk, which worried him more. If she was this afraid, as he could readily feel from her, what use would she be? Her sudden curiosity about the cargo piqued him. '<strong>So there is some intelligence somewhere in there..</strong>' he thought. He looked back at her, though he kept any suspicion out of his expression. Just because she was a slave, did not mean she was ignorant, after all. "Ship is paid for and mine, as far as I know. The Isabella, I call her." he said, patting one of the bulkheads as he passed by. "Cargo is in my possession as well.. until I deliver it, that is." he said, silently fuming a bit about the bad deal, then stopping by the bathroom door. "Here. You'll find some soap and washcloths in the shelf. You can wash up and.. clean up some of those marks. Would not do to catch an infection from those.." he said, opening the door and flicking on the switch, a light crystal shining bright behind its glass covering. "I'll get you a towel shortly."<br/><br/>The bathroom itself was a small affair, a sink/toilet combination facing away from the door, and a small, square shower area, fenced out by a thin, green canvas curtain.