No, the mission is more important

Slowly, Mitsuru regained her composure and mentally chastised herself for her cowardice. "The others are looking to you for support and you're trembling in shame. For what? Nothing has changed. This is a minor setback and a temporary one. People go through ordeals like this all the time; there isn't even a thing supernatural about it. In a world full of strange phenomena like the Midnight Hour and Tartarus, with dangers as great as those posed by shadows, you're thinking of retreating just because some boys saw you in your underwear? Be a Kirijo!" Her fierce internal pep-talk did the trick; soon enough, she was able to blink away the moisture from her eyes and stop her shaking, though there was nothing she could do about the heat in her face. The SEES leader placed one hand on her hip, while pointing her dirty fencing foil towards the floor with the other. "The situation hasn't changed. This mission is more important than any one of us. When one of us falls down, we don't turn the entire party around to go home and bandage the wound; my own embarrassing predicament is far less dire than those circumstances. We press on." Her pose had regained a great deal of its usual confidence.

The boys all watched her with wide eyes and increasingly shameless glances; those each traced the parts of her body the group had avoided looking over earlier, now that she seemed to be giving them free reign to do so.

Mitsuru lowered her eyebrows and blushed harder, feeling awkward. That wasn't the reaction she'd expected. After firing herself up with that dramatic speech, she'd assumed everyone else would be similarly inspired and mission focused once she finished. Instead, they seemed more distracted than ever. "I've... never been the best in these kinds of social situations," she reflected, wondering what Makoto would have said in this situation to lighten the atmosphere. That boy always seemed to have the right answers.

"A-Are you sure, Senpai? You probably already thought of this, but it's not just the um... the 'embarrassing predicament' part. With no armor, your defense is going to be significantly reduced," Fuuka warned Mitsuru out loud, then switched to a private channel. "Also, I don't think I need to tell you this either, but that underwear wasn't made for fighting shadows. Or at least, I'm assuming it isn't. Is it?"

"It's not," Mitsuru admitted with a quiet sigh.

"Right... So, if you take attacks while wearing that... the 'embarrassing predicament' part is going to get even worse."

The red-haired girl clutched one hand to her head, feeling as though she was beginning to get a headache through a combination of the tough situation and the earlier bell-ringing the Furious Gigas had given her. "Yamagishi, Tartarus is littered with chests containing unisex equipment. All we have to do is find another of those, open it, and allow me to re-equip whatever we find. Then, we can proceed as normal and make double the progress we would have turning back early."

Fuuka lowered her voice even further, as though worrying one of the boys was listening in. "Have you... considered borrowing clothes from one of the boys?"

Mitsuru raised one eyebrow while the others watched her, curious as to what Fuuka and she were discussing. She fixed them with a glare that caused them to turn around respectfully and watch the darkness of Tartarus for potential attackers. "Yamagishi, I'm not going to do something so shameless. This is a result of my own error in judgment. I can't turn it back upon the others."

"I'm just saying... Akihiko and you are on good terms, aren't you? And he's a boxer, so he's probably unashamed of his body. Don't you want to... you know? Don't you want to see?"

"To see what?"

"N-Nevermind! Forget I said anything!" Sounding embarrassed that her private, horny suggestion hadn't gone anywhere with the oblivious Mitsuru, she turned off the channel abruptly.

The SEES leader approached the others, keeping her arms crossed beneath her impressive breasts. The motion only pushed them up and made them harder to ignore... everyone except Junpei made their best effort. "We've wasted too much time. I'll take the front this time. Follow my lead..."

One could speculate as to why she'd switched her position in the group to lead the team from the front, but the answer became obvious soon enough: it was to urge the team to keep pace with her. Her progress through the rest of the floor was bold and reckless; despite her words earlier, her main objective had obviously turned to finding a chest she could use to replace her gear, before she ended up in an even worse situation. This provided a great view for the boys, who were able to watch that overly sexy, lace lingerie hug to her cute bottom without fearing the icy, withering glare they'd ordinarily receive.