[b]She wanders through the door, without a footstep to be heard. Her eyes inspect every inch, every corner, every blade of grass to be had, and odd glint flashes behind them. It's almost.... Hypnotic. On her cuffs there are many small knives stowed, ready to be expunged from their hold by a twitch of the wrist. Her hands themselves seem to glow as well, she thumps her fingers against her side as if in a tune, rhythmically glowing like an arcane keyboard. Her demeanor is high, a potential floods the room, and your time is running short.[/b]