After the meeting
While he went to the drawers, she slowly pulled the mail over her head. It wasn't all that heavy, but it did it's job. She lay the top over the end of the bed, and unlaced the trousers, shimmying out of them, as he held up the slip.
"Perfect." It wouldn't do any good against any of the elements, which was why it was fantastic. Without a second thought the shift was up and off, lying on top of the mail. Leaving her in just the thatched fabric of the long underwear she'd worn beneath all her armor.