Whoever it is, she isn't moving right. Sightless eyes do nothing to bring her to Usagi; she shuffles closer by a simple sense that the thing she needs is near. Somewhere. Close. She can almost reach it.

As she comes nearer, it's hard to say what she might have been. The hair is thin, sparse and mostly fallen out already. The nose is crushed, depressed. The line of her jaw shows exposed bone.

She's coming closer still.