Niska watches her with the unblinking eye of a synthetic who is no longer operating under the requirement to hide. Her movements are smoother, she's no longer stilted in any way, and she takes her time studying Brigitte. "Now that I'm no longer leaking fluid, I'll live," she deadpans, and it's meant to have some humour in it.

She lets her eyes roam over Brigitte, aware that this is not the easiest thing for anyone to get accustomed to.

"You can go," she says, calm and sharp, clearly displeased that she's been found out.