As he looks back the shock and suprise seems to have ebbed somewhat along with more distance to shield himself so he can get a better view of her as she stands looking a bit confused. Clearly she had expected him to take advantage of the offer and fuck her, and judging by the marks probably abuse her. He has to admit that under the dirt and bruises she is really pretty, a sweet face with soft almost feline lines. Her eyes while filled with fear show a promise of a deep kindness and a kind of depth that men easily can drown in. Being a man he cant help a quick glance downwards, over her slender neck hidden behind the heavy collar, over her slender shoulders to the rather ample breasts. Ok he has to admit to himself they are very nice, large enough so that they press together by themselves but not overly large even on her slender figure. A nice thin waist, ok a bit too thin but that is probably just from lack of food as the hips are nice and wide giving her the classical hour class figure. A different man would probably call her hips perfect for bearing children, his eyes wander down across her bruised slender legs to her feet as she shifts back and fourth nervously.<br/><br/>She leans forward giving him another wonderful view of her marvelous breasts and her firm behind as she picks up the flimsy clothing and puts it back on before padding on her bare feet over to him, he notes she walks very silently. Probably deathly afraid of disturbing whatever raw brute owned her before, judging by her timid and skittish behavior she probably isn't the type to want to be hurt.<br/><br/>"yes sir.. thank you for understanding and not throwing me off your ship. are you the owner of the ship and cargo?" her voice almost at a level where he has to focus to even hear it, her arms cradling herself and she rocks back and fourth.