She just shrugs philosophically, "My comfort is secondary to what my owners want, and no Master didn't specifically tell me to do it. But he shouldnt have to micro manage his slaves work now should he? What kind of person would I be if I cant take some initiative and do some work on my masters ship?"<br/><br/>She raises an eyebrow at him when he mentions the various words and she just shakes her head. "Im sorry I have no idea what any of that means, and if you pardon me I have a job to do." She points to the wet pink floor where blood is still swimming around in the soapy water she is scrubbing into the deck and kneels back down to keep cleaning able to listen to him at the same time but she can't just stand around idly. Nope, that would be to invite more beatings and as it is she is struggling to see out of the one eye that isnt swollen shut.<br/><br/>"Eldaar Sir? I have never heard that word before, sounds like some tall stringy things to me."