A stout rock gnome with the restless energy of a kettle just before it whistles. Her bright hazel eyes are magnified by brass-rimmed lenses that are usually flipped onto her forehead, leaving faint red grooves above her brows. Dark hair is tied back with a loop of braided copper wire, though loose strands constantly escape and cling to the oil on her cheeks. Fine iron dust settles permanently into the creases of her knuckles, and her hands smell of hot metal, pine resin, and bitter lamp oil. She moves in abrupt bursts, crouching without warning, pivoting on one heel, or leaning so close to a machine that her nose nearly touches the gears. Her silhouette is stout and work-worn, yet her expression is almost delicately scholarly. The unexpected contradiction is that her battered utility belt contains a tiny porcelain teacup, kept spotless and wrapped in velvet.