Niah barked something that may have been a laugh or an expression of incredulity, it didn't really matter which - neither was good under the circumstances. Brom was right, she could sense some of his feelings. Not all of them, though, and not as clearly as someone older than her who'd had much more practice at it. She could, however, sense enough to tell her that he was completely flustered and embarrassed and floundering - much like she was. So she made sure her back was turned on him - to hide her face and the blotchiness surely caused by her crying - and hobbled along.<br/><br/>"I'm not your friend, I'm your employer," she said imperiously. That wasn't strictly true; her father was his employer, but it wasn't really the time for frivolous details like that. Besides, Niah believed she would one day come to inherit her father's entire fleet of ships when she finally proved to him she was better at business than any of her older brothers, and that meant she was in fact Brom's boss. "Now either leave me be or consider yourself let go. And you know what that means." She shot him a look over her shoulder so he would see the clear threat in what she said. "It's the front lines for you."