"Jay? Who's at the door?" The voice, speaking a language that while, completely comprehensible thanks to the Meadous' translation effect, sails right past "foreign" into "alien," can be heard before its source comes into view. When she does round the corner and come down the last flight of stairs, its owner is rather underdressed by pretty much literally anyone's standards: denim trousers that are pretty near skin-tight and sit low enough to expose a bit of angular hip, and a loose sleeveless shirt that's threadbare enough to make it clear that she's not wearing anything under it.

Also her skin is grey, and her black hair is cropped close to her skull in a way that only emphasizes the thick orange horns that stand out from her head. The light glints off the various bits of steel jewelry set in her ears and nose, as the troll girl tilts her head a little to one side, openly studying the older woman. She looks curious, but not particularly impressed.