Nima stands upright with the easy poise of someone who has learned to make a small body feel larger than it is. She is a young halfling woman with a bright, playful expression that never quite reveals whether she is flirting, lying, or about to set something on fire. Her movements are fluid and deliberate, with a dancer's careful placement of bare feet and an unusual habit of leaning closer than most people expect. She takes up space through attention rather than height. Her hands are especially noticeable: broad-palmed for a halfling, callused across the fingertips from years of threading magical wire, stirring volatile tinctures, and repairing tiny clockwork charms. Her elegant posture contrasts with the practical strength in her wrists and the faint smudges of soot beneath her nails. She looks inviting at first glance, then faintly dangerous when the fog behind her catches the violet light gathering around her knuckles.