"You can never tell by looking." Many of the people the Hangman's Daughter sketches and paints are outwardly beautiful and poised, but those qualities aren't lasting. She knows this well as she works on her picture, frowning at what she draws.

The shield and uniform would've gotten her attention faster, but she's never heard of Captain America. She picked Steve to sketch just because he had a nice profile, and then she had gotten lost enough in the portrait that she doesn't feel right abandoning it partway through. Even now she glances between him and the paper, pencil stroking away.

"What's your name?"