The offered shovel is taken without comment. Granted, she has both hands full now, but there's nothing stopping her from tossing staff or shovel down should there be some kind of altercation. It's close enough quarters that the shovel might actually make for a better weapon.

If Niabi had her druthers, they'd collapse the whole damn mine. If something came from further into the mountains, some kind of passage knocked open by the slide, what's to say the next one wouldn't bring more unwelcome visitors of this ilk. Or something nastier. The owner was a fool to court that danger for money, and worse than that to do it with other men's lives. But it's not her decision, so instead she raises her eyebrows at sealing it off.

"How?"