[Kimberly Ross, half-Japanese, all woman. She owns that garage you sometimes drive by, you know the one. It's a little antique and there are still flakes of the old fashioned gilt sticking to the filigree, in the corners where the pigeons can't land on them, and the rain doesn't easily drip. She's short, and frumpish and tends to wear long sleeves, even when the weather doesn't call for it.
Every now and then you see her wearing as little as is modest, wielding a hammer and wrench like the earthly incarnation of Hephaestus. She's got odd eyes, one of them blue rather than the usual color, and— oh, of course! Kim has only one leg. The other ends at the knee, replaced from there downward with a carbon-fiber recurve leg. Maybe you've seen someone like that in the Paralympics, on TV. Maybe you never noticed the leg at all; after all, it's not like she lets it slow her down.
Kim Ross. Yeah, you remember her now. The Mechanic.]
Kim Ross / Kimiko Sarai Kusanagi // Dresden Codak
Every now and then you see her wearing as little as is modest, wielding a hammer and wrench like the earthly incarnation of Hephaestus. She's got odd eyes, one of them blue rather than the usual color, and— oh, of course! Kim has only one leg. The other ends at the knee, replaced from there downward with a carbon-fiber recurve leg. Maybe you've seen someone like that in the Paralympics, on TV. Maybe you never noticed the leg at all; after all, it's not like she lets it slow her down.
Kim Ross. Yeah, you remember her now. The Mechanic.]