[She just laughs and mops some soot away from her arms, exposing her freckles.]

My apologies, Gimli, but you know how hot the forges can be! And I fear modesty has never been my strongest suit, especially not after seven children. It bothers me not, but if you would rather, toss me my shirt there by you and I can redress.

[She has that look, that look that says she knows exactly where his mind went, if only for a fleeting moment, and is amused by it.]

...if that is your preference, of course.