A slim young human woman with compact climber's musculature, strong wiry forearms, and a narrow-shouldered posture that keeps her balanced as if every floor might shift beneath her. Her warm olive-brown skin is wind-weathered across the cheeks and knuckles. Storm-gray eyes flecked with amber rarely rest on the person speaking. Instead, they travel to exits, hands, rooflines, and the feet of anyone standing too still. Her broad expressive mouth usually settles into a calm line, though one blunt lower canine shows when she gives a tired smile. Her uneven dark-brown hair reaches her shoulders, sun-faded at the ends and cut in rough knife strokes, with one lock falling across her jaw and a short tuft at the nape. She moves quietly and forward, shield shoulder leading, yet her hands are unexpectedly gentle with frightened animals, children, and damaged objects. The impression she leaves is of a rain-darkened fence post that has learned to walk away before the flood reaches it.