If Sif's name doesn't give it away, her accent does: she's a native Icelander, relaxed and laid back, often smiling. She's always taking things in, eyes wandering, until something interests her, but this seems pretty par for the course as she plies her trade as a photojournalist around the world.

Standing a little shorter than five and a half feet tall, she's wiry and springy, pale skin made ruddy by her time outdoors. Her hair and eyes are very dark, her face set with fine, almost elfin, features. Her hands are light and quick, and she usually dresses in cargo trousers and t-shirts, a button-down and jacket over that when the occasion calls for it. On her hands are silver rings, a couple set with obsidian, and on her wrists are a handful of silver bracelets.