Georgia Whitman's gaze was unwavering, a trait ingrained from countless hours spent observing the ebb and flow of activity around her. Even at a young age, she possessed an innate understanding of patterns and routines, able to spot subtle deviations with remarkable ease. She found solace in structure and order, her world a meticulously organized puzzle where each piece had its place. While others might see chaos in the bustling port, Georgia saw a symphony of movement governed by unseen rules. Protecting those around her came naturally; she felt a deep responsibility for the well-being of everyone within her sight.