Tesla walks in a masculine way speaking with crushed velvet alto purr, unlessed dressed in obvious female attaire she appears to be confusingly pretty/handsome.
She smells of sweet things and heady flowers at first meeting with an undercurrent of sensual attracting pheremones distinctly different to each person who is around her.
At times she resembles someone you might have passed or know but it is hard to place.
Her eyes are keen glaceral blue that alternate between teenaged innocence and and ..../