"A-All right, s--" Riza starts, and then cuts herself off before using the title she's so used to. She can't stop shaking. Why can't she stop trembling?

Why am I so weak? Just get it over with! she chastises herself.

Hawkeye offers Roy another watery smile, and turns her back to him.. Her movements kick up dust and black mold from the rotting flooring; the odor is deeply special. She takes her jacket off quickly, nearly tearing it away from her chilled skin, and letting it pool on the floor between them. Then she strips of her turtleneck and bra, in what has to be the most unattractive and hasty movements of her life.

She tucks her closed fists under her chin, covering her exposed breasts with her arms. "Okay. I'm ready."