"Don't take it personally," Doc whispers to Oddy in confidence. "For one thing, you're young. For a second thing, you're not a mountain-sized mare in combat armor wanting to know when I'm bringing her grandkids." He chuckles softly.
He takes a look at what Oddy is wearing. "So, any of this protective? Anything concealed like an armored vest under there? Trying to think what you'd be okay wearing for armor. I reckon something light and flexible, but you'd know that better than anyone."