The young woman coming down the other end of the street almost looks like a saint in comparison to him, with half of her head shaved completely and the rest of it a long tangled black mess. The leather vest with spikes on it and her tattered jeans definitely say a little more of her character- maybe she's not someone who scares easily.

Okay, make that definitely not, because she seems to stretch her mouth in a wide sharp grin filled with teeth once she's close enough to talk to the strange troll without having to yell on this quiet street.

"You smell like dead people." She taps her nose coyly. "Kinda familiar with that." Being the heiress to an alternate hellish dimension made her familiar with a lot of unpleasant things, but in this city, that experience comes in handy.