Still on her back, Clara's breathing heavily, thinking about how she might bleach her hands and upper arms. She's never going to feel clean, but at least she wasn't in it. Her thoughts and the other woman's words prompt her to look over and then sit up carefully, wary of the edge of the dock.

"Don't mention it. Just another day in Serthica, really. Are you hurt anywhere?" It's too dark to make out anything that might be blood; when she stands, Clara reaches out a hand to help her up. "Careful where you step, some of the boards might send you right back in."