Gina is a whirlwind of kinetic energy, her small frame perpetually vibrating with a low-humming electrical charge. Her skin is permanently etched with patterns of soot and grease that no soap can reach. She wears four distinct pairs of brass-rimmed goggles stacked on her forehead, each fitted with different colored glass lenses (ruby, cobalt, emerald, and smoked quartz). Her shock of white hair stands straight up as if she is constantly grasping a lightning rod. Paradoxically, while her clothes are a mess of oil-stained canvas and singed leather, her hands are impeccably clean, and her mechanical prosthetic thumb is polished to a mirror finish. She moves with a jerky, stop-motion cadence, as if her joints are operated by invisible gears.