Small and painfully bent shoulders that make her silhouette a lopsided question mark. Her nose is bulbous and scarred from a childhood brawl, a missing front tooth left deliberately blackened as an affectation. Patches of coarse, wiry hair cluster at odd places on her face and jawline. She moves with the quick, shuffling glide of someone used to slipping between bodies in a crowded bazaar. Unexpectedly, she wears a delicate silver chain around her neck that holds a tiny carved wooden doll. That doll looks cared for and spotless against her otherwise threadbare and stained garments.