A lithe tabaxi with the alert poise of a merchant and the careful hands of a smith. Her fur is banded with dark russet and silver flecks that catch light like ground mica. She favors working sleeves rolled to the elbow, revealing wrists ringed with tiny soot and faint burn scars arranged almost like a tally. Her movements are quick and precise, often punctuated by a half-smile that looks practiced. Unexpectedly, she keeps one paw always wrapped in a patchwork glove of mismatched fabrics and copper mesh, as if protecting both a wound and a secret. When she walks the shop floor she moves like a predator that has chosen civility; when she tinkers she becomes immovable and soft-voiced.