ROUX

Roux turns up soaked and stays that way — hood down, coat open, rain running off her like it's someone else's problem. What she's good at is the pause: the few seconds where everyone else is still working out what they're looking at and she's already priced it. Then she moves, and she doesn't look back at the thing she left. Ledger came with her — albino, red-eyed, permanently on her left shoulder. He turns his head first. She turns hers second.