Joanna Moore
A soft- footed sidhe in grey and green, hair dyed black where it isn’t wheat- blonde. In an open light jacket, some distressed and faintly shiny grey fabric, over tank and shot- out jeans; her eyes are alert, olive-drab in a face that is city-stranger hard. Silent in supple low- heeled boots. Across her knuckles, in black ink, are the words DEAD EASY.