Niassa responded to the unexpected shoulder rub with a low groan of appreciation, head lolling as she allowed herself to relax a little more.<br/><br/>"Nice," she admitted as if forced to confess it...which was more or less the case. The Brigade had not been, by and large, a bunch of touchy-feely relaxed and carefree women, and their basic attitude toward those who preferred a woman's touch was that they were one step above those who felt the need for physical pleasure at all.  (Niassa figured that this had far more to do with the anatomy of Spotted Hyenas than any particular philosophy of stoic resolve in the face of a stressful and unpleasant life...she'd known a few Striped Hyenas who were enthusiastic libertines by comparison.)<br/><br/>Rose's presence might have surprised her, but the little Fox seemed to belong to the Dragonish one...or was it Celeste she belonged to?  Niassa wasn't sure.  But she managed to crack an eye and enjoy the view as Celeste slid into the water, and a slight smile brushed her lips.