Perfectionist mechanic who is hiding off-world from her own guilt and feelings of failure.
Slight, muscular, no-nonsense. Auburn hair scraped back from a face that was probably pretty about ten years ago, before the lines of wearyness and sorrow were etched into her brow. Wears a denim jumpsuit with an electrician's pouch virtually 24-7. While not someone you'd see jump into a brawl, also not someone who would back down from one if it was forced upon her.
Self: "The only things I can rely on are my own perceptions and actions."
Kismet: "Fate likes to kick me down. If there is a God, he has a sick sense of humor."
Entropy: "A breakdown in order is not acceptable. Everything can be deduced and rationalized."
