She shook her head, smiling, and waved one hand almost equably at the madness around them. "No more do I see the point of any of the rest of this. Decoration. Pomp and bombast. Nonsensical little ornaments. And, I ask you, does anything in my outfit seem as if it has a point?" She laughed a little, the quiet, controlled laugh of a lady very aware of her surroundings. "Besides, I will grant, my shoes, which seem to have enough of a point to take a man's eye out."