[she tucks her feet underneath her on the sofa, then holds her hands out towards the heater again, rubbing them together]
The way Commissar Cain explained it to me—he's been here far longer than I—suggests that it is simply their culture. Apparently, they go about nearly naked at the beach. It can't simply be the weather—even in the desert climate of my home, we wore proper clothing.
[she pulls her robes closer around herself and shivers]
At any rate, even they won't be showing much skin now. Oh, rot this cold.