She tries to object

While Hawk's plan was perfectly reasonable, following it would mean she could no longer hide her exposed backside. Valerie decided to try and suggest another plan, hoping she could preserve her modesty from him.

"It's a little risky, don't you think? P-Perhaps we should look for another way.", she stammered.

"What do you mean? You've done this a thousand times in training. And there's no better way in. On other paths, there's cameras, guards - you know that."

"Y-yes, it's just..."

"Hold on.", he stopped her. He was looking into the distance, slightly behind her. She felt nervous as he walked past her. She took care to turn to always face him, trying to her best to act normal.

"What's this?", he said curiously, kneeling on the ground. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized he was looking at a large piece of her suit that was lying on the floor. He picked it up, inspecting it. He turned his head in her direction, standing up and facing her. She let out an involuntary shiver.

"Valerie. Give me your hand.", he said.

Nervously, she held out her right hand.

"No, your other hand."

Blood rushed to her cheeks as she realized she couldn't hide herself from him any longer. She lifted her left hand, which she had kept placed subtly in front of her, revealing her exposed crotch to him.

"Interesting. Turn around."

In a twisted way, Valerie felt relieved. Ever since their...encounter in the maintenance room, she had been stressing herself out over him discovering the state of her suit. The jig was up. Meekly, she turned around, giving him a full view of her naked backside.

"Wow." He let out a low whistle. "I mean, that is some serious damage.", he coughed. She turned her head slightly, seeing a bulge beginning to appear in his pants.

"How...strange.", he bent down, running a finger over her lower body. She gasped when he inserted a hand between her thighs, making her stand slightly spread out. Her tight butt quivered as he inspected her suit. He broke a small section of the remaining fabric on her side, rubbing the brittle material between his fingers.

"This is bad. It seems there was some sort of chemical reaction.", he said. She bit her lip - she had a feeling she knew what he would say next.

He gestured in the direction they had come from. "If your suit keeps falling off like this, you'll leave a trail for anyone to find." She saw that he was right. Every few steps, there was a small piece of fabric on the ground that once covered her body.

"We'll need to do something about your suit.", he finished.
"W-what do you want to do?", she asked him, her breathing heavy.

She saw him looking at the clasp on her neck. She had a fair idea of what he wanted to do.
Did she want to stop him?