A slim young human woman with compact climber's musculature, strong wiry forearms, narrow shoulders, and an alert posture that keeps her weight balanced slightly forward, as if every floor might tilt into water. Her warm olive-brown skin is wind-weathered across the cheeks and knuckles. Storm-gray eyes carry small amber flecks that seem brighter when she is angry. Her broad expressive mouth usually rests half-open, revealing one blunt lower canine. Uneven dark-brown hair falls to her shoulders, sun-faded at the ends and cut with a knife, with one lock slipping across her jaw and a short piece sticking up at the nape. She moves with quiet economy, never quite standing still. The unexpected softness is her smile, which arrives suddenly and makes her look younger than she is, while her breathing gives away stress through a faint whistling note on the exhale. She smells of wet leather, iron, peat smoke, and crushed blue thyme.