Lisi Zoe is all crisp angles and careful motion, with the restless poise of someone who has spent years balancing ledgers, lantern keys, and the moods of impatient travelers. She has deep olive skin, a narrow face, and a slender frame made wiry by long hours on her feet rather than exercise. Her hair is black at the roots and dyed into a soft blue gradient at the ends, twisted into a practical braid threaded with tiny copper rings that clink when she turns her head. Her eyes are warm amber, but they sharpen to something almost fox-like when she is negotiating a fare. She wears an immaculate teal waistcoat over a cream shirt, fitted charcoal riding trousers, and polished boots with hidden pockets sewn into the lining. The unexpected detail is that she always smells faintly of lavender and engine grease, as if she has stepped out of both a perfumer's shop and a workshop in the same breath.