Makita

Miho, likewise, chooses her spot with care. She'll be fighting hand-to-hand, so she doesn't choose a good vantage point, opting instead to melt into an almost-black shadow at the base of a crumbling building. She stands lightly on the balls of her feet, bouncing a little to stay warm, hands tucked for now deep into fur-lined pockets. She'll be not good to anyone if her fingers are so cold she can't hold a sword.