Another street urchin well accustomed to the dangers of living on the road, Blaila wonders how so many of the local populace wear so little protective clothing when they venture off to kill...whatever.

She also wonders where the local plastic surgeon has his shop.  With so many beautiful people there must be skilled hands at work.

She is attractive yet unremarkable - especially so for this world.  Her lithe body is usually clad in tight leather, a trade off between protection and freedom of movement.  If it is not, she is most likely spending her hard earned coin on drink, a warm bed, or both.  Probably both.