"No, no," said Fiona, getting up. "Zips for that." She knelt in front of him, undid foot-long zips on the inner seams of the armored pants. "Stand up." He did. Fiona reached up, drew the massive plastic fly-zipper down, loudly ripped Velcro, and tugged the pants to the floor. Milgrim felt himself blush, explosively.