She has shifty eyes, but not in the way that phrase usually works. She isn’t shifty; she expects everyone else to be.
Even in—especially in—moments of deep conversation, when souls and secrets spread out, her eyes dart from point to point. She’s always looking, searching for something to anchor her outside of the moment.
Despite this air of constant wariness, her smile is quick and her laugh loud and sudden. The sound seems to surprise her more than anyone.