Her blonde hair is lustrous, long, hanging down well below her shoulders. There’s something sensuous about her curls, which remain visible even though straightened by the weight of her hair’s length. Her eyes are big, hazel, set deep in her long, clear face, just above her high cheekbones. She wears a black-and-white horizontally striped cotton dress that hangs down to just above her knees. She’s slender, but curvy. Her legs are tan, shapely, and end in flip-flops. Her toes were painted, not recently, a matte red, and several of them are obscured by bandages. She wears a black leather jacket, but I can see the outline of her small, bra-less breasts.
She looks sad.