A stiff breeze ruffled her mane and passed by her tail, reminding her that she was naked in public. It doesn't matter. All the aliens do it. Every diplomat is going to have to get used to their social customs eventually. It was a pity she wasn't a forensic historian—one day, James would love to learn exactly what made the aliens different from her own kind in that respect. Her own biases pushed her towards considering their animal past, but she could be honest enough with herself to realize that humans had a similar history.