Yeah, she has to.

Forcing herself to take the risk took a lot of energy, but Lynn persevered. After all, the alternative was the stand in the middle of a growing crowd waiting to wind up half naked. She raised an arm to climb up into the cockpit, wincing as even that seemed to loosen the fabric; one of her arms was still safely across her chest keeping the suit from falling, but she could feel it peeling loose from her back as it lost its tension. She knew she needed to hurry.

Of course, as Lynn scrambled into the MEKA, she had to keep from groaning as her suit protested the whole process. She had to use both arms to climb in, and sure enough as soon as she put it to the test the collar began its slow decline. Her sleeves were still intact, but her neckline suddenly plunged, revealing bare shoulders, and collar bones, and if anyone could see her before she disappeared into the MEKA, possibly a bare back as well? She prayed that wasn't the case.

From there, Lynn had to slide forward into the MEKA's body. Just as she had worried, the suit didn't come with her as she did. Lynn's de-powered sleeves had came loose from her bodysuit; with no energy to keep the armpits attached to the rest, her sleeves slid down her arms and pooled loosely around her wrists. Even worse, the bodysuit's chest clung to the cockpit floor and whisked all the way down to her waist, leaving her topless but for her suit's collar and her special cosplay underwear.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she muttered. Her underwear wasn't ever supposed to be visible; it was barely underwear at all. Two pasties clung to Lynn's breasts, matching the pink of her robot, covering little but her nipples on breasts slightly smaller than the deceptively thick fabric of her bodysuit would have suggested. Lynn wouldn't dream of having a visible bra strap or panty-line in her cosplay after all; so the pasties did away with the bulk of the garments entirely, relying on the tight suit itself for support while keeping her nips from showing up outlined on the thick fabric.

And know, here Lynn was, baring them to the world, pale skin tinted green through the visor of her MEKA's cockpit. She pressed herself against the cushioned cockpit, gritting her teeth as she reached for the controls. She was obscured from 3 sides, but anyone looking at her dead on would be able to see the basically-bare-breasted Bunny Hapa.

Lynn nervously pressed her chest into the bottom of the MEKA's cockpit, trying to hide her breasts. It helped cover a good amount of her bare chest, but her naked back was totally exposed. No matter what she did, she'd be showing off lots of skin.

She could try doing some emergency repairs while still in the suit, but there wasn't exactly a lot of room to maneuver in there, not to mention the crowd still around her. If she could wheel the robot to somewhere secluded, or even better find Joy, she'd be set... assuming she could survive the trip without dying of embarrassment.