But she will, if she gets the chance

Five foot flat not counting her helmet
Dark blonde hair and brown eyes
Everything else is hidden under her armor
She carries a heavy flail because
"I'm short and it bends in the middle
in the kind of way a sword doesn't"

The sign of Tymora gleams on her cloak and getting lucky is just part of the job.

Anywhere, any way, any time
Lucky is lucky no matter how
That's all that really matters.

She doesn't consider filth, blood or pain to be the kind of 'luck' Tymora sends anyone