Lean and quick, she moves like a shadow that remembers music. Her skin has the warm, sun-kissed bronze of someone raised outdoors. Her left arm is covered by an intricate black-inked tattoo that looks like a clockwork tree, roots and gears winding from shoulder to wrist. She keeps her hair in a short, uneven bob of ash-brown strands threaded with one streak of silver that gleams when she tilts her head. Her nose has a small hoop piercing of dull brass. She favors staying half-turned to observers so that they see the curve of her smile but not her eyes at first. Contradiction: when she laughs openly her mouth is all charm and mischief, but her hands will, for a heartbeat, start checking invisible pockets as if she is still working a mark.