A slim, athletic young woman stands so rigidly upright that strangers often mistake her stillness for arrogance. Rain beads on her pale ivory skin and gathers in the warm freckles scattered across her nose, shoulders, and collarbones. Her dark-brown hair is cut unevenly at the jaw, one damp lock repeatedly slipping across her right eye until she tucks it back without noticing. Her deep brown eyes carry a quiet amber warmth near the pupils, but they rarely rest on a speaker's face. Instead, they map doorways, windows, rooftops, hands, and the empty spaces between people. Faint bowstring calluses mark her bare forearms. Her unexpected softness is the small bronze bangle she keeps turning around her wrist, polished bright by years of nervous handling. She moves with the careful economy of someone raised around sleeping children and unstable floorboards, yet when startled she becomes startlingly fast, all elbows, breath, and sudden balance.