[A jacket! How wonderful. But before she can voice such, the little mortal hits her with a barrage of questions. She lifts a well manicured hand to her mouth, fingers curling in front of her lips, feigning shock, but there's amusement brimming in her eyes.]

There's no need to be crude. The question is: Why are you dressed so prudishly, hm? It is my understanding we are meant to reconstruct this island with our - what did they call them - Auspicious Acts. Surely the little metal men told you the same.

[Aka, why aren't YOUR tits out, Keith?]