A person moves forward with a commanding presence, broad shoulders filling out their jacket like a coat hanger made of stone. Each step hits the ground with a firmness that suggests weight, not clumsiness, but the grounded certainty of someone who trusts the earth beneath them. Their arms swing in wide arcs, proportional to the powerful frame they extend from. A close-cropped haircut keeps things simple, and their jaw is set with quiet resolve. They don’t so much walk as advance, each stride covering ground with the inevitability of a tide rolling in.