She listens intently as he speaks, silently padding after him with a grace that doesn't match her current state. "Isabella? That is a nice name sir, for a fine vessel." She stops and presses her ear against the bulkhead as her hands almost caresses the bulkhead, "ever noticed that if you listen carefully you can almost hear a heartbeat from the engine? I always loved that, I used to..when.." she trails off with sadness creeping into her voice and shakes her head. "nevermind sir, I was woolgathering" she pads up to him and peeks into the bathroom eyes alight with curiosity.<br/><br/>"so the cargo is yours.. you must be rather wealthy then sir to afford such a fine ship and the cargo" she reaches up and lets the filthy tunic flutter to the floor revealing her torn back to him and her inviting hips and ass. "I am grateful for your aid and the chance to wash up. So hate being dirty, specially in such fine surroundings such as this master" her change of title for him deftly hidden as her body is revealed again to his eyes. Slowly she turns and lets her eyes peer into his, now they seem to be much more cheerful and brimming with intelligence. "and does the captain of the fine ship Isabella have a name? I am Malinche Tebin by the way."