A blue Saber, [she replies as her gaze falls away to the food she still has yet to touch. Tohsaka can feel the hunger gnawing at her, yet still she makes no attempt to reach for it.]

Hair kept neater than yours, and a measured expression like the a perfectly placid lake surface. She wasn't mine, but I think we would have been unstoppable together. Does that sound like the person you're thinking of?