Malin gratefully accepts the hand and gets up, when her new Mistress tugs the dress down to expose one of the breasts she isn't all that surprised. After all as a slave her owners usually tears her clothes but they usually don't stare with a disapproving stare and then walk away leaving Malin very confused. "hmm.. guess I wasn't good enough" she shrugs to herself and goes to find a mop and bucket and heads down into the cargo hold to start cleaning up the blood. While humming to herself she starts mopping up the dried blood and gathers up all the spent cartridges to put in another bucket, not wanting to waste anything and have her Owners mad at her. With all the bruises she already has she isnt keep on being beaten again until she has healed up some more.<br/><br/>For a moment Malin ponders pulling the dress back up but figures that her new Mistress wants her to have her left breast bare and leaves it be even though it is quite uncomfortable for her. She grabs the bucket with its pinkish water and heads upstairs to empty it over the railing and stops to look out into the heavens, letting her mind just wander as it sees fit. It has been to long since she just felt the wind in her hair and fresh air in her nostrils. "This is the life, though I wonder.. ah well"