Small in stature with a posture that suggests careful calculation. Her skin is freckled and her hands are ink-stained around the nails from tinkering. She keeps dozens of tiny trinkets looped on a leather bandolier across her chest: polished buttons, a cracked mirror fragment, a copper thimble engraved with a child's initial, a tiny carved wooden fox that spins when wound. Her movements are quick and precise, like a bird picking seeds. Unexpectedly she has a slow, almost ceremonial way of tying and untying her apron knots when thinking, which gives her an air of ritual despite the shop's clutter.