if they're watching anyways

"Okay, one more time with the coat."
"Yep." She twisted her hand, changing the long blue-white dress she wore to a more practical (but still stylish) long coat. She posed. Looking up at the gate, then out into the distance to her right, then turning fully to look past the cameras.
The Alliance needed symbols; a meeting between the new Chancellor and Sword of the Jedi would be an opportunity to show their worth, articulate their vision. But it would be nothing without the media to spread the word. For a moment she felt grateful that she was less connected to this ancient place; she would likely have felt more guilt for defiling it with camera droids and PR specialists.
"Got it."
Auteme nodded. "We've kept our host waiting. Let's go."
She wove her clothes back again to her dress, and ascended the icy steps to the temple's main doors. With a gentle respect she opened them, and entered in search of Valery Noble.