Clarinet lounges in softness with her full curvy body when she speaks, giving the impression at times of a great cat basking in a warm spot and exuding a gentle confidence and sureness as she gives you her full attention. Her eyes dont ever leave you, giving you a green eyed gaze that doesnt twitch or blink or wander, but taking you in and observing everything about you. If anything she stares too hard, a little too long, with eyes a little too wide and unmoving, and you can feel her as much as see that unbreaking gaze, maybe in a soft touch as though her hand was over you even though it isnt. Something about her gives the impression she is even closer than she seems, and she's rarely afraid to close the distance .
When she moves though there is a swiftness to her step, she doesn't prowl or make her way wasting time with a strut or lazy gait. She doesnt waste time, and indeed she is always watching left, right, behind, and even above (often above) her before returning in front. Shes a woman who grew very used to danger, and doesnt enjoy putting herself into trouble if she can help it. It is a study in contrast between the two ways she moves through the world. Practiced attention to what the most important thing in the room is. Is it you? Or is it the thing you haven't seen yet?