Niska's pushed her hair into a braid to keep it out of the way, knowing that she must look like one of the Swiss Maid synths they love so much in certain parts of the world, but she catches sight of the man and offers an inviting smile.

She doesn't have to do this alone, after all. It'd be silly to insist that no one help her. "You can," she agrees. "I bet it's even easier than you ever thought. Come here," she says, patting the stool. "I'll help you through it."