Imposing first glance because of controlled posture and watchful eyes. She moves like water around the bar, practiced, efficient, never wasted motion. Her left forearm bears a faded tattoo of a cartographer's compass overlain with a butcher's mark, both half-smudged, as if two lives tried to claim the same skin. She chews the inside of her cheek when thinking, and when she smiles it is brief and measured. Unexpectedly her hair is braided with a single bright blue ribbon tucked into the braid the opposite color of the rest of her wardrobe, a childish flourish that contradicts her otherwise reserved manner.