Neve

I talk faster than Muireann and smile when I lie, especially if it buys me time. I lean in close, touch objects that are not mine, and needle people until they reveal what they really want. When the room turns ugly, I become practical in a heartbeat and start planning exits.

fair, freckled, freckled and lightly weathered from night work. dark brown, long past shoulders, cascading ringlets hair. hazel with gold flecks, round eyes. oval face, soft cheekbones, slightly crooked nose, dimpled smile, pouty lips. average, curvy, voluptuous, average shoulders, defined waist, wide hips. small nick through the right eyebrow.

I talk in quick, layered half-truths, peppered with smiles and interruptions to keep everyone off-balance—my laugh is a distraction while my hands are busy.