Malia gives a single head nod to Declan as she's answered, turning her eyes back towards the skeletons.<strong>"Yeah.  S'real... homey."</strong>She says uncomfortably, staring at one of the skeletal faces for long enough that she briefly falls behind the group and has to stride to catch up.  The quick pace makes the flanking suits of spiked plate armor catch her off guard and she gets a look on her face like she's waiting for them to come to life too as she plods barefoot along the stairs.  In truth, apart from the undead, sleeping in a burnt out shell of what looks to be an abandoned house does indeed feel a bit like home and Malia can't help but feel a little nostalgic... but only for a moment.   Her putting a finger to her own temple is the only hint she gives that she's chasing away bad memories.<br/><br/>Hearing the phrase, "Orders from above." gives the ex-concubine pause and she needs a moment to remind herself that this authority couldn't possibly be worse than the Baron or the Walker.  She's so consumed by her thoughts that she doesn't snap out of it until Mina disrobes.<br/><br/><strong>"Wha-?  But I'm supposed ta-  Gods damn it, Mina!  The baron had us bathe together to get his jollies, not cause it's normal!  Hell's bells a' Kintargo, I swear..."</strong>She says, muttering the last bit to herself.  She turns her head towards the others to commiserate just long enough to spy Ox taking off his pants which causes Malia to snap her head back towards the wall fast enough to cause whiplash.  Her face twisting in an expression you might get when entering a haunted house, she strides towards one of the smaller wash basins and gets to staring at her reflection.  After a single, long sigh at her appearance she dips into the basin to start washing the blood off her face and hands.