Her hair is pulled into a neat low ponytail, with one loose strand caught near her ear as her hand hovers mid-fix. Clear eyes aim toward the camera without fully meeting it, and her mouth stays relaxed, refusing an easy smile. A small beauty mark under her right eye anchors the face, while pores, the soft shadow beside her nose, and faint lines at the corners of her lips remain honestly visible. Subtle under-eye shading reads like a real, tired afternoon rather than a retouched mask. She wears a deep charcoal knit dress that follows her slim frame, and the asymmetrical cutout reveals one clean line of collarbone. Turning slightly toward a sound behind her, she shifts her weight and a crease forms at the waist. The corridor and distant greenery appear only in passing.
