Shepard went down to the armoury to pick up his weapons, and found Miranda already there in her standard body-hugging catsuit, pulling out her weapons and checking them. Ever since their first mission together he'd been curious as to how she managed to go groundside wearing that, and yet never managed to get any holes or injuries. It looked like nothing more than lycra, but knowing Miranda there would be something unique about it. He already had his visor on, so he set it to scan, tilting his head down a little and focusing on the holographic screen in front of his eye, not what was beyond it.
Miranda looked up and saw Shepard's head tilted down, definitely looking at her body. She cleared her throat to get his attention and put on a coy smile. "Like what you see, Commander?" Shepard broke out of his little trance and realised that it must have looked like he was staring intently at her breasts.
"Uh, no, no, just checking something with my visor," he stammered in reply, cheeks tinging with embarrassment.
"Anything in particular?" she asked, her voice almost a purr, enjoying the chance to see the usually unflappable Commander squirm. She leaned forward a little bit, leaning against the table where a rifle was partially assembled. Shepard looked away hurriedly, not wanting to get caught staring.
He finally managed to get out, "What is your outfit made of?" Miranda sighed, she had half hoped he had been staring at her boobs; it would have been funnier for her.
"If you want to know, it's actually made out of a micro-armour weave. It'll actually deflect small arms fire, but it doesn't have the stopping power of your hardsuit when it comes to rifle and shotguns rounds." She held up a hand to examine the fabric on the back of her hand, before clenching it into a fist. "That's why I have training and biotics, so it doesn't come to that."
Shepard nodded, impressed, just as his visor gave him the exact same information. He looked her up and down, noting appreciatively the way the fabric clung snugly to her curvy figure, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. "So your outfit is designed for its stopping power, then?" She looked down at the low neckline of her top, showing a more than ample amount of cleavage, before looking back up at him with that seductively coy smile.
"There's more than one way to stop a bullet."