"I am," Niska admits, though it's not said with suspicion so much as she speaks with the relief of this good mood in her veins. After all, why shouldn't she be? She has good company, she's working on a project she likes, and none of it is odd to her at all. "I suppose it just takes my being comfortable to get there."

So often here, she's not, because of how often she spends her time lying or separated from the humans. "Don't worry, I'm sure something will come along and ruin it," she says, but it's a joke, not prophetic.