She does not look like a woman with heart. Her stark white hair, cut short in a polished Lectrowave style that pitches radically across her brow, only emphasizes the sharp angles of her narrow-featured face. The lenses of her Porsche datashades are always tuned to nebulon black or chrome-silver mirrors. The face beneath those shades rarely displays any but the faintest of reproving emotions. She wears cutting edge Dunhill UltraMana executive fashions: razor-edged collars, reflective lapels. Her fingernails are like ten little mirrors, honed to knife-like points. Her mouth seems forever set in a disapproving pucker.