The streets of Ravanar sow distrust and paranoia among those living in its poorer districts; in this world, people mutual benefactors rather than friends. She expects there to be a price for every kindness, thus she endeavors to reject acts of charity. A frosty demeanor that melts into fiery temper tantrums awaits anyone who wishes to change her outlook. Animal lovers may engender positive interactions, perhaps. Perhaps.
The rules of survival dictates that self-preservation is key, and a higher station as a sky pirate hasn't erased that near two-decade-old mindset. Thus, ire flocks to her like cats gather around depressed widows. Generally, however, she's taxing to be around as most teenagers with chips on their shoulders are. She knows best, you don't, and that's the end of that. She's petty as well, extremely petty. "Scorpion in your shoes" petty.
She was the only girl among twenty boys, talk of intimacy and romance was unavoidable. But immature minds and the ever-changing goals towards making it to the next sunrise left relaxing notions of love off the table. They talked, but never understood. She's reached the age of uncomfortable feelings in the presence of those she likes, but without a teacher, she's done her best to suppress them. They're getting in the way of that "survival" goal, how annoying!