Gwenaëlle is a lot of things; an idealist is probably never going to be among them. It's not something to which she's ever aspired, nor something she's ever considered at all realistic - as nice as it might be to look out and see the world as she might wish it to be, the only thing in front of her is the world that exists.

And it's awful, but that's what they've got to deal with. It doesn't stop being awful because they stop looking.

"Half the time," she says, ruminative, "I'm not completely sure of good intentions. I'm not completely sure of intentions, at all."