She is a woman in her early forties, around 42 or 43, carrying herself with a quiet confidence that makes people both trust her and feel slightly uneasy at the same time. Her long black hair falls smoothly down her back, but at the front, subtle streaks of gray frame her face—an honest mark of time that she doesn’t bother to hide. It gives her an air of maturity and sharp awareness, as if she has already seen through most of life’s tricks.
Her eyes are striking—deep purple, almost unreal.