More like the good of our heads, but close enough.

[Once Gundam makes his decision, Rose nods despite it being a pointless gesture and quickly slides off her knife holster to wiggle her way out of her shirt before she can change her mind. That done and her torso now clad in only a pink bra with simple frills, a flush creeps onto her cheeks as she immediately returns her weapons to their proper place. At least she feels a little less exposed with them on.]

Alright then! Here you go, your turn. Try to treat it well, okay? It's a favorite shirt.

[Turning as far away as she possibly can, she offers up her shirt with an outstretched arm.]