Living in an environment of almost total surveillance, Keene nonetheless contrives to be opaque. It is as if she has withdrawn her human self entirely inside her own head, so that all of her that leaks into the external world is uniformly bland. Neith has seen her blandly concerned, blandly assertive, blandly compassionate. She has even seen her blandly flirtatious, butterfly fingers catching as if casually on desired skin, eliciting a startled breath of response. She imagines Keene to be blandly memorable in bed, although a part of her wonders whether perhaps she might be so perfectly bland as to be forgotten immediately after closing the door on her way out.