Luminous carnelian eyes dominate this woman's face, framed by long, curving lashes that seem naturally inclined to inspire envy in those who must resort to cosmetics to achieve such fullness. Her gaze is tempered—or, perhaps, characterized—by a sort of habitual half-lidded look, as if her thoughts are continually in committee. The expression has given her the beginnings of a permanent furrow between her eyebrows; one which, in years to come, will probably inspire some to confuse her countenance for a scholar's.

Athletic without being bulky, her frame is quite tall, making a Federation uniform look smallish when draped over her shoulders. Even when motionless, she manages to create an impression of business, as if making up for her physical inactivity with hidden mental contemplation. The aura translates into an unconscious dancing in her fingers, which flex and twitch like someone going through the motions of some half-remembered recipe or piano concerto.