"It must be an incredibly complex lattice to allow for that to happen without you going mad," Niska remarks, though the implication there is that he hasn't. She doesn't know him, but she trusts him that he isn't. Which is odd. Isn't it?

Doesn't she usually reserve judgment in situations like this? It feels like she should, and yet, she lets it slide away. "We're going to work the milk out slowly, we don't want to scare her."