Annie is five feet tall, lifted another inch or so by the slight platform heel on her boots. She looks to be somewhere in her mid to late twenties. She has dirty-blonde hair that falls halfway down her back loose, always held back by either an alice band or, if she's more than ankle-deep in the ship's guts, braided and bound up under a hood. She seems quite vain about it. Her blue eyes are quite large, and have a slight tilt to them that gives a perpetual look of wonder, as if everything was still new and interesting. There's a shadow in them, these days - signs of a woman who has seen too much... or perhaps simply a sign of a woman with ocular implants. She has a semi-prehensile input/output tendril mounted between her right shoulderblade and her spine as well.