"An incredible victory of diplomacy," Janet declares. She gets to her feet, tucking a few damp strands of hair behind her ears, and then glances around. "I guess we shouldn't walk through the halls half-naked. I don't want any men getting a show they don't deserve." Her own robe is hung on a hook in the corner; it's fluffy and white, like something you'd find at a fancy hotel, so she pulls it on and belts it with some satisfaction.