Underwear

"Do you need my meagre help as well, Madame Captain?" Warden said, after fixing up all the tools his companions handed him. In total it had taken two hours… as some needed extensive studying and repair. 

However, only Captain Agnes among them didn't voice out any need for his expertise. 

"No need, you cannot repair what I have," she said, dismissing him. 

"Of course, how could have I assumed I could help Madame Captain, who's the brightest star of—" 

"Shut your trap," Agnes glared up at him. Without saying much, she unstrapped her breastplate, which was only a few pieces of her incomplete armoury, and tossed it to him. "See what you can do." 

Saying that, she sat on the log and began fixing her braid. 

Perhaps I should not antagonise her too much, he considered, staring at her. The captain certainly had an awe-inspiring, commanding vibe about her. Sighing, he put his attention into the breastplate.