" Look,' said Harrowhark.
No murder, sorrow, or fear could ever touch Harrow Nonagesimus. Her tired eyes were alight. A lot of her paint had peeled away or been sweated off down in the facility, and the whole left side of her jaw was just grey-tinted skin. A hint of her humanity peeked through. She had such a peculiarly pointed little face, high browed and tippy everywhere, and a slanted and vicious mouth. She said irascibly, 'At the key, moron, not at me.'
The moron looked at the key, but did give her the middle finger. "

― Tamsyn Muir , Gideon the Ninth (The Locked Tomb, #1)