Her upper-body

Ash looked down and saw that, somehow, her shirt had been completely ripped off from underneath her combat vest. She stifled a squeal, and blushed.

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck.” She whispered.

She turned to look at the window, and whimpered when she saw the tattered remains of her shirt. Her blush grew even redder as she refocused her attention to her body. The vest did a decent enough job of covering her front, but her forest camo patterned bra was visible through the arm holes of the vest.

Ash turned her head at the sound of footsteps. She whimpered, then looked around for somewhere to hide.