She was moving between the Clinic and Combat therapy, stopping over at Starbucks to pick up a cup of coffee. She wasn't thinking, or paying attention really, as she stepped across the line of sight of a man, her reflection visible in the glass - the woman before him was a red haired, slight thing, tattooed but otherwise normal.
Her reflection was that of a demon - white haired, dark shadowed, wings and horns. She didn't even look like she cared that her reflection was visible as she tapped her foot in waiting. Impatience and tired and dying for a cup of liquid caffeine so she could pull a double shift today.