Niesha watched the others. She had learned throughout her years of imprisonment to watch others, to learn who could be relied on, who would crack, and who had just given up, as well as which slavers and smugglers would offer you an extra piece of bread or those that would just as easily give you a punch. 

She watched the ferret, cute thing that it was, practically dance around as she chased after the bread, and then as she joined the woman smoking. She gave a light chuckle, and used her own break to sop up the rest of her soup, and then watched as Nikola frantically searching. 

the Announcement for the officers to meet was nothing to Niesha. She wasn't one, and anything they came up with, she would follow her orders and do what was asked of her. She might question them, and if they seemed wrong to her, she might speak up, but she would do all that was asked of her. 

Niesha was still watching as Nikola continued to search, wondering if she should speak up. Finally, as Nikola called out to the ferret, Niesha put down her spoon, and said softly, loud enough to be heard, [color=6ecff6]"The ferret? She's over that way, with the smokers. One of them was throwing bread and she was chasing it"[/color] Niesha's voice generally had a soft tone, a slight tremor in it as if she expected to be punished for speaking up. Something she had never quite gotten over. 

She studied Nikola, wondering why anyone would bring a ferret here. Of course, Niesha didn't know the bond that could form with pets. [color=6ecff6]"Why did you name her dorkface?"[/color] The ferret seemed cute, playful, not at all dorky. She also seemed intelligent, having figured out where the bread was coming from. It didn't make sense to Niesha. Maybe it was an affectionate name.