Niska feels like it's easier to talk to other women. There isn't the violence or the expectation that she's encountered with men, which aids in her ability to get along with them. Brigitte, especially, because of who she reminds her of.

"Well, then, I suppose you're lucky," she remarks, with a cool, calm smile. "How is the southern farm going? That's with Mark, yes?" As in, the only person here that knows that she's not all that she appears. She thinks he can be trusted, but she never knows, not fully.