[ She wasn't prepared for that, but her expression doesn't waver. Her lips press into a flat line, and she lets out a breath she'd forgotten she'd been holding. ]

An old poem once spoke of the largest being the most gentle in order to account for the small.

So forgive me, the image is....quite entertaining, actually.

[ She does smile at it a bit, the chestplate finally popping loose and the weight falling back. It allows her to sink forward fully, and that alone is a relief to her back, her clavicle and her neck. Now removed, the harsh red irritation was visible on her neck, but she didn't care to notice. ]