Her very small, calloused, scared-from-streets feet, but she's never pretended to be a protected little madame.

Under the suit, she's wearing light pants, but first to come off is that shirt of hers. And bra, of course, but without the clothes hiding her body, she slips from being 'petite' to 'wiry' and 'tough'.

Her dogtags hang low between her slight breasts.

Then she smiles at him.

"Should stay like that. I can kiss you without standing on my tiptoes."