A woman; so terribly out-of-place here. A normal woman, a quaint little lady, perhaps a bit old-fashioned. Red-haired, so not too terribly old...although one would never know to look at her clothing. She might have almost stepped out of the Victorian era, until one noticed the newer materials like the latex sides of her corset, and the rayon-nylon blend of her overskirts. Still; it was a good quality forgery; if the authenticity was thrown off a little bit by the pair of dark sunglasses she wore. And not without reason; either...in one hand, and topped by a smoothly-polished orb of solid crystal, she carried a white cane.
Still, the blindness seemed not to hamper her enjoyment of the surroundings, if it could be called that.
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