Genevieve is petite and softly put together, with the kind of presence people notice only after they realize the room feels calmer when she is in it. Her medium-length black hair falls in clean, slightly uneven layers that look as if she cuts it herself in careful, nervous sessions, then tucks the longest pieces behind one ear when she needs to think. She has clear blue eyes that seem brighter when she is laughing and almost watery when she is trying not to cry, full lips that rarely part without hesitation, and a small cross tattoo at the back of her neck that she keeps hidden beneath her hair unless she is feeling unusually safe. She dresses in soft feminine layers, flowy tops under cardigans, fitted jeans, simple dresses, worn flats, and scarves with frayed hems she keeps repairing. She moves lightly and cautiously, as though apologizing to furniture, yet there is something contradictory in her look: despite her timid manner, she keeps one tiny silver ring on her thumb and wears it like armor.