Her laugh. It's the first thing that strikes you as what's buried beneath. That her play-it-cool persona for a cheeky goth - on the surface - is just how she's used to carrying herself. That she's more mirth and joy than she is cheek and pomp. So when she calls you funny with a pat on your back, she blinks at the realization that she'd let the veneer slip. That you've glimpsed a rare side of her that few would ever see.

"Got me losing my cool..." she says under a half smirk.