[Oh, really? She starts to turn and give him some sass in reply, and as a result he can see on the opposite hip, she has a sword sheathed. She's not just dressed primly, she's dressed like she's from some kind of old fashioned era; whether or not Derek is up on his history will determine if he recognizes her Regency era trappings. If, you know, the Regency era involved women walking around with pistols and swords.

Anyway, she starts to turn, recalls again - whoops, naked - and turns her face, resuming her hasty shield of her gaze.]

I rather think that a woman has a right to make sure she's well-defended especially if she is going to be subject to encounters with men with a distinct and inappropriate lack of attire. I have no intention of shooting you nor skewering you, provided you do not accost me. That being said, sir, it is ill spoken of a gentleman to continue to maintain conversation without his...fig leaf in appropriate placement.