"Yes. I will want to clean it as well." Isn't sure about them, if they even know how to, from the way she had seen them dress. What she assumed had been armed men that had taken her.

The metal comes apart and she can't help the soft sigh of relief. It's a weight she can wear well, but oh if it isn't exhausting even to her after a four day straight run. Under it, she's a smaller woman, might have been soft once, but it's all hard and lean now. As the last of it is undone, pieces falling away from her, there isn't much hidden. The silk under shirt is sheer at best, bares her in a way that she at least is comfortable with. Used to wearing things like this, where the heat in Jhansi was oppressive on even the mildest days.

But it wasn't really about her, as she watches his face, letting her hair fall loose down about her face again, her shoulders rolling back in something that is determination, deliberate and stretching out sore limbs. Shifting under her clothes. "Thank you, Captain."