Perpetually speckled with the dust and ash of the road, this young woman seems to be in possession of the dark eyes of a much older person - or else she carries in herself a weight of dark experience that presses against the back of her expression.

In leathers and denim, she's every inch the cowgirl; though hardly seems addled or alarmed by the supernatural presences in Sinfar.  With a sixgun on her hip and her hat tipped back, she seems to be neither at home anywhere she goes, nor ever entirely lost.

What a strange creature.