She isn’t physically quick or agile.
She disappears in libraries.
She has been known to dissolve into the physical pages of books.
She is good at tucking herself into the stacks and retreating to reading nooks.
She blends in at coffee shops where her voice can be drowned out by the grinding and the steaming.
She can become indistinguishable in the dark of theatres, in the quiet shuffle of art galleries, the finger-snapping of poetry readings.
She is indistinct and adept at hiding in plain sight.