Lotte blinked. She hadn't realized this much could go into indentifying someone and her mind went to the other person, rather than Erik for a moment. She brushed it off though - he wasn't a danger to Rick, Erik was.
"Six feet maybe? He's thin - when someone says they eat so little they look like a skeleton-" She gulped, not finishing the sentence. Christine had to fight in order to not think of how he looked. "I didn't notice one hand more than the other. His mask goes high but..not that high." A hand reached towards the top of her forehead and she said, "He really always wears a mask. And his voice..." There were't adequate words for his voice; there never were. She fumbled for something saying, "Dark, deep - there's nothing else like it. You have to be careful with it, because he knows his voice is beautiful..."