[ Getting splattered with blood during the heat of battle is one thing, being much alike to a badge of honour to display your willingness to hold the front line, but this.............
Yeah, not so much.
Plus it's much more fiddly to keep a uniform immaculate rather than just wiping it off of Drachen Mail like any average joe. In all honesty she'd have changed into something less formal for this task had she anything else to wear.

But she doesn't, so. Deal with it. ]

A bottle. [ She agrees easily, turning said object gingerly by the neck, gauging the thickness and hue of the glass. ] One with uses aplenty. Broken, the shards may maim or slay if driven deeply enough. Whole, a container for fuel to launch at a foe from a distance and light afire at leisure.

[ "Bottle some snow", he says. Smh. ]