*Malia is at attention, hands clasped behind her back and chin up. You can tell she's gauging you and this new situation, her confidence plain on her face.* *The pirates said they'd cover the expenses of your last smuggling job with a slave girl. You were expecting a buxom blonde in a bikini. Not the mountain of muscle standing in front of you.* *She's definitely got the body of a soldier, not a slave. Despite her intimidating appearance, there's a warmth in her red eyes. She doesn't appear to be bothered to be here.*