Startlement shoots through Brigitte's expression upon realising that she could've been interpreted to the letter -- which is actually really rather possible in this world. "Oh! God, thank god no, not literally. Just busy, with setting up for that southern farm? We're still building lodging down there and setting up the ferry."

The smile that she shoots the other woman tries to be reassuring. "I'm told that I'm easy to get along with, so maybe we balance each other out? But for what it is worth, I haven't found you that way." It's not just the effects of the white wristband, either; Niska had been easy to talk to before, too, when Brigitte was tipsy and armed with her own guileless cheer. That warm impression had carried over.