"A big sword and a skimpy leather skirt? Must be adventurin' time!"

"Her dress, it's just like my insurance plan: hardly covers anything."

Kid Devil: He has a point. A belly shirt is hardly a uniform.

Brenda: Seriously? She wears— Who fights in a belly shirt?

Kid Devil: My point exactly! And those skirts are ridiculous combat gear.

Paco: Wait, those other girls are out there flying in skirts?! Personally, I approve.

"And before anyone cries out that these kind of outfits, "distract the enemy," allow me to point out the fact that any villain worth his money isn't going to give a rat's ass if they're in body armor, much less these outfits — they're going to be running like hell and shooting back at whoever's pursuing them because they don't want to get CAUGHT. They'll shoot at a superhero whether she's starkers or fully-covered because they know what'll happen if they don't."

Motoko: Why is it that women who fight in sci-fi and fantasy stories are always half-clothed?
Sci-Fi Club President: W-well, you see Gettou-kun....Those stories don't happen in the same world we live in. In those worlds, the average temperatures are a lot higher. That's why they're always half-clothed (or naked).
Motoko: Ah, so that's it.

"And her special ability is somehow not dying while only wearing half the armour of the other guys."

"It may not look it, but this is actually our battle uniform. It affords little protection, but it does provide mobility — and it's fashionable!"

"Lesson One: Don't mistake concealment for cover."

Durkon: Tha's na leather armor! Leather armor be stiff an' boiled ta deflect blows.
Salesman: Of course, men's leather armor. Women's leather armor pretty much amounts to any attractive outfit has one or more leather items in it. I once sold a winsome young lass a leather headband that was more effective than plate.

"It’s becoming really depressing that things actual strippers wear would be more functional that what comic book protagonists have on their bodies."

Kokonoe: "No advice for you until you explain yourself... or rather, your shelf..."
Makoto: "You want me to explain furniture?"
Kokonoe: "No, you twit! I'm talking about your ta-tas! Headlights! Sweater puppies! Your BOOBS!" *bounces around from A-Cup Angst* "Who goes out dressed like that?! How do you live, knowing you're one strong breeze or sudden cough away from a massive wardrobe malfunction?! Between Litchi's cleavage and your underboob action, we're looking like a damn H-game up in here!"