Lucerne moves like an actor used to both stage and salon. She keeps a careless elegance—a silk dress that whispers with every step and boots that leave no scuff. Her skin has a soft sun-kissed sheen from seaside travel, and her left ear is threaded with tiny gold hoops shaped like tiny shells. She wears a velvet choker set with a moonstone that catches light in odd colors. Her smile is practiced and a touch predatory, but when she laughs her whole face softens and lines crease at the corners of her eyes. Unexpectedly, she favors a small leather gauntlet on her right forearm, studded with faintly tarnished studs, as though she could either flirt or fight at a moment's notice.