For the next few hours Bud felt as though everyone on the street was 
looking at him. Bud was certainly looking at them, looking for those suits, 
those colored strips of cloth. But he caught sight of a man in shorts and a 
T-shirt—a black man with very high cheeks, one of which was marked 
with a tiny scar, and almost Asian-looking eyes in a very high state of 
alertness. So he couldn't rely on the Ashanti wearing stereotyped clothing.