Nikina lives in darkest London with her husband, cat and no children (yet). She works for her dad, occasionally, and spends afternoons in #mensa waiting for chat to happen. It usually does happen eventually, just after the bit that says "Nikina has quit IRC". She is a terrible bore when it comes to things like grammar and spelling, but on the whole really quite nice. Ask her stuff and she'll probably respond. Please, please ask her stuff. She's getting desperate here, all alone with nobody to talk to.

She's just realised how strange it is to type about herself in the third person.