Tall and lithe with the serene poise of an elf, she moves like water flowing through gears. Her left forearm is encased in layered brass filigree, a seamless fusion of etched metal and living skin where tiny motes pulse with blue light. Her hair is long and silver-white, tied into a braid threaded with copper wire and small watch-plates that clink softly when she walks. Her clothing is an artful collision of flowing elven robes and utilitarian engineering: high-collared linen with reinforced leather panels, inner sleeves rolled to reveal tool-strapped forearms. When she works, her fingers dart with machine-like precision but her face holds a constant, distracted smile that makes her seem approachable and distant at once. Unexpected element: she wears a pair of bright, hand-painted festival ribbons on one shoulder, a sentimental keepsake that looks oddly out of place beside oil stains and rivets.