Niska has gone cold and dead through this. She no longer gives the illusion of breathing, no longer is acting human. There's no need. The discovery has been made and Brigitte will do as she wishes, which isn't for Niska to decide.

She tilts her head to the side to watch her, cautious to be attentive of her every move, just in case she elects to do something stupid that would require Niska to take action.

"That should be enough to function," she says, when some of her cognitive functions stop being so fuzzy and blurry. "You can seal it up now."