He's careful to keep his gaze on his work once he realizes what waits beneath her armor. Sheer fabric and he knows the vulnerable situation she's in as their prisoner of sorts. With care he sets her armor up against the wall by the door and keeps his back to her.

A small nod to acknowledge her gratitude then, "I'll give you a moment to dress." Because while she appears confident, comfortable when she has every right to protest, he doesn't expect her to walk out of this room through a building of men like that. Not when she has a perfectly good set of clothes to change into that would cover her.

He doesn't wait for confirmation before he steps outside and closes the door behind him. Duv will wait until he has her approval before opening it again.