The mask Brie wears has a quiet intensity for someone seemingly so young. A lifelong resident of Meriden, she very rarely has a reason to smile, which is perfectly fine for a clerk who works in the city hall archives. Not many people really want to go down into basements. Even if this one is so new it hasn't had time to get properly dark or dank like the previous building. Dangerous still perhaps? Knowledge has a price after all.

In truth, her mein is gaunt and saturnine. Stretched thin by her durance in more than one way. She is a thing of twisting shadows and smoke that moves about with an ageless face. Black fathomless eyes that know too much over a sharp serrated smile. The rare time she does allow herself to smile at any rate. A trail of soft blue-white flecks of light flicker in and out of existence in her wake.