d'Acier is tired, frustrated, very competent, and involved in some extremely frustrating romantic drama, which does not stop her from doing her job with relentless efficiency and a lot of pointing swords at people.
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What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me: no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.