Malin nearly jumps out of her skin as the Doc touches her shoulder and she curls up in a little whimpering ball, her arms over her head with every muscle tight like a coiled spring. She hears those dreaded words about having her wounds tended to and she lets out a whimper of distress getting ready to bolt, her fingers and toes shifting slightly to form claws so she can have better grip on the wooden decking.<br/><br/>Her head shoots up as her master orders her to go with the doc, eyes wide as saucers and she nods slowly. "y..yes Master." she slowly gets back up on her feet, head held down her whole body clearly signalling she is expecting to be beaten here and now. "yes Master. no more work until im well." She doesn't even want to think what special guest might mean, probably that she is in for some special torture. She finds it hard that her master would wish her tortured so soon, she wonders to herself what she did to make him mad. Then it hits her, of course, his mate has arrived and she probably wants me beaten for being near hers without permission. It all makes sense now.<br/><br/>She looks closely at her master and she sees the pain in his eyes, so it would seem it isn't his idea at all. She quickly looks at the railing, it would be so easy. Just sprint over, one foot up on the railing and launch herself off. The winged man might be able to catch her but if she shifts the collar will all but cut her head off killing her instantly, it would be preferable to more pain. Her feet shift slightly as she gets ready to burst into action, one last look at her master as he wanders away to the cockpit. With a sigh her resolve leaves her, he did take several bullets for her, it would be a poor way to repay his kindness. THe claws slowly vanishing back into her hands and feet and she awaits the doctors orders.