This girl is a vibrant little wisp of a thing, her scrawny frame rocking from one leg to the other even when she stands still, her pace when walking never steady, her hands constantly moving, rapping against the handle of her weapons, adjusting a fold of her cloak, or gesturing meaninglessly as she speaks. Her auburn hair is cut short, except in front, where unruly bangs hang past her large forehead to cover one eye. The other eye is enough to see that her gaze shifts constantly, looking at everything around her, but it stops when she notices someone catch her looking at them. At such times her eye makes one more rapid movement, to stare at what must be a particularly interesting blade of grass or brick in a wall, and stays there.