“Anything involving Poppell de Fonce,” a designation that she applies to Wysteria mostly to distinguish her as the superior of the de Fonces, deserving of discernment that doesn't easily mistake her with her husband, “is easily a ten, I expect. She was game when I was experimenting with phylacteries, so—”

Good and useful; possibly not indicative of someone with a healthy amount of self-preservation instinct practically and, as these things always are here, politically. But if that experiment hadn't achieved all she'd hoped it would, then not for lack of trying or lack of skilled hands.

“Everything's been mad, though, I half think if an idea doesn't sound sort of crazy it's probably not going to go far enough to be of use.”