The gnome sitting before you has a friendly air, even though she hasn't looked at you or even interacted with you once. Her attention is instead concerned with the several pages of blueprints spread out before her, hanging off of the table, and poking out of the crate next to her feet. Her elbows rest on the only clear places on the desk as she chews her lip, obviously deep in thought. The only distraction to her is her auburn hair, which constantly falls in front of her eyes. With a small exclamation, she scribbles something and looks up, her gaze directed towards the ceiling, her pen tapping against her chin in a mismatched rhythm that would drive any musician insane. Her wide green eyes seem curious and observant. She seems to look through you rather then at you for a moment, and as she