As she speaks, her fingers twitch in towards her palm. It's not advisable to interact and utilize power when charging, but Niska is too paranoid at this particular moment to do anything else. She watches him without blinking, though she would offer him human gestures to satisfy their soft need for familiarity on a normal basis.

"Creators," she echoes evenly, because she has one of those, though she finds it very confusing that David Elster is dead and she hates him while still bearing some gratitude to him. George Millican is also dead and there's far more grief there. "You're not going to tell anyone what I am, in that village topside," she says.

It's not a question.