Though stuck in Wednesday’s pale, severe form, Enid’s bright nature leaks through. She’s too expressive, lips twitching into awkward smiles, eyes too quick to widen, gestures restless. Attempts at Wednesday’s monotone feel stiff, and her true bubbliness slips out in bursts. Her cover falters when she gravitates toward color and warmth. The way she fidgets, lingers on cheerful things, and moves with nervous energy marks her as sunshine awkwardly trapped in shadows.