It's very much appropriate for the setting. You won't stick out once you're adjusted.

[ She first tugs at the furthest point of the lace that dangles wondering if it may straighten up with little effort. Seeing it still flop awkwardly after her light jostling, she straightens the decor out with a light flick.

It pours forth in a less awkward display: proud and puffed. ]

There. Four more limbs and somebody might think you were a native.

[ She's kidding, of course. It's almost a relief to tease amidst so many manners. ]