Her shoulders and the mass of her braided hair. Aloy glances back over her shoulder at Shiro and beams happily--there's not much that's going to bring her down right now. She reaches back to begin unbraiding her hair, then starts to shift herself closer to Shiro. Immodest as always, that means turning more fully towards him.

"We do! It's a relief to be out of those robes for a bit. Can you help me get my braids undone before I get my hair wet?"