Appearance
Black hair, always — the shade changes with how bad the week's been, from a careful glossy bob to something chopped shorter and messier when she hasn't had the patience for upkeep. Pale skin that doesn't take the Alaskan winter any better now than it did the first one. Eyes a washed, ice-pale grey-blue that read as unsettling in photographs and worse in person, because she doesn't blink when she's working an angle on someone.
The red lipstick is not incidental. She reapplies it like other people check a weapon — a small, precise ritual before she goes anywhere that matters. It is the one piece of her presentation she has never let slip, on the theory, never stated out loud, that as long as the mouth is put together the rest of her can be falling apart and nobody has to know.
Bearing
Fast talker, faster thinker, chronically unable to let a strange detail go unexamined. She narrates under her breath — half a habit from years of recording voice memos to herself, half something else now. Ask her a follow-up question in casual conversation and you'll notice she's already asking you three back. She keeps a schedule with the fervor of someone who knows exactly what happens when she stops.
Fright Bite