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The most immediately noticeable thing about her is that she is incredibly small. This, combined with her pale complexion and the tumble of blonde curls, has the effect of making her look more than anything like a little porcelain doll. She carries a knife in one tiny boot, though she isn't quick to use it, and a satchel containing the very same pamphlets two recently arrived young men have brought with them. Out of necessity she spends a great deal of time looking up at things, but for now she looks down at the book she carries, quite immersed.
After a time, she looks up. She frowns at the unfamiliar surroundings, then snaps the book shut, tucking it away in her satchel. "Dmitri? Nikolai?" She clears her throat and speaks louder, addressing the room as a whole. "I am Aleksandra Ivanaceivitch. I seem to have lost my brothers."
Typist: And another Alexis/Veraspawn. Oh, dear.
After a time, she looks up. She frowns at the unfamiliar surroundings, then snaps the book shut, tucking it away in her satchel. "Dmitri? Nikolai?" She clears her throat and speaks louder, addressing the room as a whole. "I am Aleksandra Ivanaceivitch. I seem to have lost my brothers."
Typist: And another Alexis/Veraspawn. Oh, dear.