[The stone flies from her fingertips, skipping along the surface just as before, but instead of counting the skips, she looks at Shiro. He is certainly imposing, but to her mind so was Sam. Not that it's easy to tell what's beneath the robes, but broadness of shoulder is plenty discernible.]

It...seems like it'd be more likely for the two of you stand side by side and look doubly imposing. Four skips, well done!

[She clicks her teeth.]

I forgot to count mine. [Oh well, that's why there are multiple stones. She winds up again, and this time watches it bounce three, four--and a half? Five would be a generous call on that one.]

I should be able to speak for my people, though they wouldn't like what I have to say. There's too much weight given to how we present ourselves away from home that we may as well be set pieces. Nothing important gets done because we're too afraid of looking foolish or saying the wrong thing that nobody even tries to say the right thing.

[Or they rely on double-meanings and subterfuge instead of speaking plainly. Keya picks another rock and shrugs, aware that she may be speaking too openly but...well. She just laid out the alternative.]

So that's our situation.