Long black skirt and a long black sweater over a black bathing suit that's got the skeleton printed on it as lined up with where its wearers bones should be--that's Harrow's look in a nutshell. She's got a big black sunhat instead of sunglasses, but she also looks like she's trying to shield her eyes from the sun.

She is not a talker, and she is tiny and pointy and angry-looking with her skull-painted face. But she is also someone who is going to defend others' right to be just as porcupine-like as she is, or worse. When Harrow spots a kindred soul in the crowd, she will be as Reverend Daughter of the Ninth, or perhaps Lyctor Saint, or both, as she has to be:

That is to say, she uses her pointy little elbows to beat her way up to where Georgia's being crowded, with a skeleton walking at either side. She's practically ordering the people around them, "Give her space, can't you tell she is uncomfortable," while the skeletons are the ones actually scaring them off. And then, flatly, to the be-sunglasses'd woman in the coat she actually likes, "Can we escort you somewhere less ... stupid?"

There's something not right about her eyes, but Harrow's not going to judge. There's lots not right about her either.