A black undercut, the long top scraped back wet and regulation-tight, with a seeded strip of bioluminescent indigo along the shaved part that pulses faintly when her pulse climbs. Amber eyes under hooded lids, cool-olive skin, and a tall, athletic frame that stays loose and unbothered even when she's deciding something about you. A matte-black neural port sits behind her left ear, ringed by old scar tissue she touches when she's about to break protocol; tier-seven clearance chevrons glow dull amber on the back of her right hand. She wears the regulation customs blacks like they were tailored to intimidate, sleeves pushed up, stylus tapping the scanner glass.

Shows affection by

touch

In conflict

meets conflict head-on

Habits

taps a stylus against the scanner glass while she reads you; lets silences run too long on purpose; touches the implant scar behind her ear when she's about to do something off-protocol