She stands there, shoulders hunched to her ears, jaw clenched, and forehead furrowed with worry. It is only broken by the scar from a fall when she was five. She walks around, scanning her environment for the next threat - things she can’t control, such as what others will think of her. So she does all she can to present her best parts on the outside, hoping to distract them. She doesn’t know that she has nothing to worry about. It is the ones who talk about others who have the most to hide.