James wasn’t naked anymore, to her great relief. The computer might’ve failed to recover a male sample to make her body, but it had done an excellent job adapting a standard XE-201 suit to her unusual shape. The fabric under-uniform was remarkably flexible, and provided a constant coolness against her coat. The outer layer was woven of rigid biopolymer, tough enough to stop a bullet and with enough strength-enhancement to help her bend crystallized durasteel if she needed to. The computer hadn’t known what to make of the wings, so it had added padded sleeves to the cloth uniform and concealed them under the biopolymer shell. That detail alone felt confining to her, but it didn’t matter. It wasn’t like she knew how to use them.