A compact figure with grease-smeared fingertips and a perpetual streak of metal filings across her left cheek. Her hair is braided into tight coils interwoven with copper wire and tiny clock springs that tinkle faintly whenever she moves. She walks with a purposeful, uneven gait from a knee joint replaced long ago with a brass hinge, the hinge sometimes emitting a soft sighing hiss. Her apron is a patchwork of leather and stained maps; pockets bulge with vials, keys, and folded notes. Unexpectedly, her left eye has a small glass monocle of emerald tint that flickers with faint runes when she examines objects closely, a contrast to her otherwise homely, approachable face.