A single bronze-capped stud high in the back of her left ear peeks from behind her collar-length curtain of shimmering golden hair turned under to caress the sides of her neck and the line of her jaw.
Two startling hazel eyes, a strong straight nose, full soft easily smiling lips, over a narrow chin. She wears closed to its rounded collar an incongruously stark black leather jacket entirely uncluttered by fringes or metalwork or any decoration, above her purple brocaded ankle-length skirt fringed with red and blue knotting, through which you glimpse what must be tips of toes of quite substantial boots.
She decorates all the carriage with her presence; until she gets off at Telford (Central).
They always do.
It must be quite a place to live.