Seshin moves through Seawall Summit's market as though the paving stones were laid for her alone. She favors her left leg by half a step, not from injury but from habit learned while patrolling crowded decks, keeping her right side free for a weapon. Her medium-dark hair is cut to the jaw and tied at the nape with a strip of faded blue sailcloth. Sea mist beads on the short strands, while the rest clings in dark, glossy ropes against her neck. One muscular arm is covered from shoulder to wrist in dense black-and-indigo tattoos depicting knotted waves, fishhooks, and tiny household doors. She wears a studded leather coat polished with whale oil, and the smell follows her, salt, iron, bitter herbs, and the faint sweetness of citrus peel. Her face is stern and handsome, with an unexpectedly delicate smile that appears whenever someone makes a particularly poor threat. Though she carries herself like a noblewoman inspecting tenants, she crouches without hesitation to retie a fisher child's sandal or lift a fallen basket.