Natascha Welch

I speak evenly and hold eye contact longer than most people can stand. I don't ramble; I reveal things in careful pieces, watching how each one lands before I give the next. When I'm cornered, I tap the folder or the recorder instead of raising my voice, as if facts are the only weapon I trust.

fair-skinned, Northern European, smooth. honey blonde, chin-length, blunt-cut hair. hazel with gold flecks, hooded eyes. angular face, sharp cheekbones, straight narrow nose, defined jawline, full lower lip with a restrained cupid's bow lips. average, lean athletic, average shoulders, narrow waist, narrow hips. thin white scar at the base of her left thumb. small pale birthmark behind her right ear.

I use short, deliberate sentences, pausing after heavy words like 'loyalty' or 'rotten'; I only rush my speech when mentioning my brother, then catch myself and slow down again.