Harrison felt quite silly in his toga, sure he had worn similarly robe like outfits when dealing in Indian ceremonies, but that was ceremonial, and in India, not in Britain, surrounded by other members of polite society. Luckily though there were several discrete seams sewn into his toga so that although it appeared he might be exposed by a slight breeze, he was thoroughly secure.

He was admiring a statue of a couple of men in the throws of what looked light a fist fight when he felt a knock from behind. He turned to see the young woman in question. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." politely taking the blame for an impact that was definatelt hers. He turned and looked at what she was looking at and then at her. "Harrison Knight, are you OK?"