An escape artist. Niamh herself, of late, had felt like something of an escape artist. She had freed herself from those men who'd tried to hold her, slipping out from underneath their noses with the power they didn't know she had.
But the idea of learning to slip out of bindings and escape dangers even in her own body - that appealed to Niamh.
"Do you need an assistant?" Niamh asked, her brow furrowed with the question.