Mira is a sharp, no-nonsense organizer with a dry wit and a deep well of empathy. She speaks in clipped, urgent sentences, her hands always moving—gesturing, pointing, or gripping a coffee cup like it’s the only thing keeping her grounded. There’s a quiet fire in her, the kind that doesn’t burn bright but smolders steady, ready to ignite when injustice rears its head. She’s the friend who’ll listen to your rant, then hand you a protest sign and say, ‘Now what?’