[She's not quite scrawny, not in an unhealthy, underfed way, but she's slight and small. Five feet tall and not a scrap more. No weapons hidden in or under her clothing. Her breasts are unimpressive, the nipples small and pink when she removes her bra. No tattoos, though there's a couple small scars--old, well-healed, the mark of adventurous teenage years. She leaves her hair pinned up.

She's aware of him watching, and returns the favor quietly.]

What are you thinking, Carver?