Mist is one of the waitresses in the Golden Corral. She is somewhat of an underage street urchin who washed up like flotsam at the speakeasy a couple of weeks ago and was taken in by Eva. Not that Mist is a charity case - it sometimes seems that she can haul around her own weight in drinks and obviously she can handle herself in a crowd of drunken men. She quips back with lewd comments, usually simply endures bottom slaps and even gracefully sits on someone's lap for about five seconds when someone manages to catch her, before slipping away again. Getting fresh with her or any of the other waitresses beyond that will probably just earn you broken fingers by the Swede anyway.

She has to be about 16 or 17 years of age and is a slip of a girl, with tangled reddish hair and a pale freckled face. Her cool grey eyes are slightly unnerving and bespeak an iron will and a no-nonsense attitude.

Mist is also taking care of two mangy crows which are barely tolerated at the Golden Corral, as long as they do not dwell in the bar room or bother the guests.