Niska's responding laugh has none of the sarcasm or disgust associated with it that she might normally have, instead simply open and warm. "Only if you do something terribly mean and she's trying to defend herself," she guarantees. "We'll do our best not to give her a reason to fight back, though."

She extends a hand to him, before he starts milking. "I'm Niska," she says, sweet as anything with her smile.