A long, sinuous torso like a boreworm covered in overlapping chitinous rings etched with mineral dust and old graffiti. She moves with a loping, sinuous crawl that ends in an upright coil when she wants to look someone in the eye. Wears a battered tricorne hat slanted over a ridge of headplates and a torn, salt-stiff scarf that smells faintly of ember smoke. Her underside is softer and paler, with callused, thumblike ridges used for grasping tools. Unexpectedly, she keeps a small polished mirror strapped to her belt and checks it often, arranging a single blue feather she proudly plucked from a sea-bird once.