"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single woman in possession of a gun, must be in want of adventure."

And what would she be without one? Destined to hope her family manages to find a man who would marry and her provide for her? And what man in his right mind would want her anyway - this clever, rather delightful, but slightly mad young woman? Even her eyes could not agree upon a color, one being green like her mother's and the other brown, like her dad's, while the origin of the red hair stayed a mystery.

Even the private tutors her father paid so dearly could not match her pace. She would drift off during some lessons, no corporal punishment could change that, while going overboard in others, leaving the tutor all but exhausted by the end of it, earning every single penny of his fee.

And if no man would have her as his own, she could have done well in a brothel, one would assume... Being a bit mad is not a disadvantage there. Nor is being clever, and certainly not being a redhead or having a unique eye coloration... But no, not this one. Not for year, and not for a day. No, she would rather get a hold of a gun - which she did - and fend for herself in the big world, keeping the predators at bay while seeking her fortune.

Luckily, fate (or perhaps something a bit more mundane than that) crossed her path with that of the Q.E.Q.O. where all of those things that would make her a misfit in high society could be utilized for the greater good while providing her the stimuli she craved.