Franka grinned back, eyebrows raised, and indicated a bow. "Very considerate, I appreciate it." She bent down, picked up the blood soiled socks and dropped them into the washbasin. Something gave her pause, she stared at the socks, shook her head, sighed. "I can't believe I'm doing this. Bloody kids. They cling to you no matter how often you tell them to piss off, make the crappiest presents, and though you can't stand the shite, or brats, you end up soaking bloody girlie socks in cold water 'cause it might hurt them if the stupid things got ruined. How do they do that? "<br/><br/>It sounded like a rhetorical question at best, more like a complaint, maybe not even that, there was too much resigned amusement in Franka's tone to pull it off convincingly. She lowered the plug into the basin and filled it with cold water, watching faint pink marble it before she answered Hackett's comment. "If you're a sucker for these things, you might find yourself lucky. Maybe she'll give you a Hello Kitty pen. Although I'll try my best to convince her to pick the earrings, or the Alice band, that would look ever so cute on you." She turned towards Hackett, grinning broadly.<br/><br/>An instant later, her expression grew serious. "She's great, actually, for a kid. With a good plan, we might get her out. See, Derek, he'll do anything to make that happen. He's a selfish bastard, but he used to be a good Dad, a decent guy, I think he'd want to prove he still can be that man, for her. Either way, he'll stop at nothing to get to her, keep her safe, bring her home. Sure, I want her out of here, too, but I honestly think it's your best shot if you'd tie her rescue to the mission's success."<br/><br/>Talking about these matters had dispelled what awkwardness their half stammered exchange had produced. About her body, she was not self-conscious, she was distracted, forgot to consider what effect her scars might have on outsiders, after living for years among people who had seen her scars hundreds of times. Not even people who had never seen her scars would have been taken aback by them, or only slightly so because she had so many and they looked vicious, though they had healed very well. Among survivors, it didn't mark her a freak, but one who could fight her way out, had stayed alive with all odds against her.<br/><br/>Preoccupied with other things, her scars forgotten, and in the company of another woman, she felt as naturally at ease as she would undressing before a stranger in a sauna for ladies. She pulled down her knickers and tossed them onto her other clothes, then shoved the lot into a corner with one foot. If one liked her type, she could have looked gorgeous were it not for all the scars. For those were not simply scars, but perverse looking ones, too clearly caused by human teeth, by nails and fingers, by humans tearing, biting, clawing at her flesh, that it was hard to see them and not envision what must have happened, or to be repelled.<br/><br/>The glance Hackett stole at her showed her a willowy body with flexible, unusually symmetrical muscles, firm breasts that were on the small side of average, hips round enough to not appear boyish, and an enviable butt. With her delicate bones, a small waist, and muscles that were neither too compact and pronounced, nor gaunt, she looked feminine, young, fit. Her skin, tanned and freckled where the sun had reached it, and increasingly pale elsewhere, looked very smooth and soft. Seeing her naked, relaxed, chipper, in normal civilisation's surrounding, stood in near absurd contrast to what she, and all life, had been for six years, out there.<br/><br/>But Franka didn't stay within sight for long, with three strides, she was at the shower, pushed the cabin's door open and slipped inside. Upon closing it behind her she became no more than a silhouette behind milk glass. To Hackett's intention of giving her privacy, she said. "I don't mind you're here. You can use the other shower if you want. I mean - do as you please, right, but after what happened, well, I always feel like there's nothing like a hot shower to wash that off you, get it out of your system, sort of."