Niska's smile is a warm and inviting thing as she looks over her shoulder, pleased to see Jake there. He is one of the men she tolerates regularly, but today, that translates to an effusive joy that she's not sure that she can put into words.

"I was raised as a jack of all trades," she assures, getting a stool ready for the goat in order to milk it. "And you? I'm not sure I expected to run into you here, of all places. Is one of these a piece of technology?" Besides her, of course.