Gabriel glances sideways at Nicole, who is being terribly rude by interrupting but who he also trusts to have good opinions about armour for girls. He's better at reading Nicole than most, and he's pretty sure that beneath the ultra-polished smile she is looking irritated. 

"I bet you can fight in it! But is it comfortable?" he tries, glancing at Nicole and getting a rewarding nod for his efforts. "We want you to be having a good time while you're fighting, and you will be safer if it fits better so it can spread force over you more evenly." 

"I can feel it here and here, but it is a good fit for armor not mine."

Nicole is just going to go and get the lamellar hauberk from out of her car, and grab a spare gorget while she's there. It'll be a lot easier to just show everyone a better idea than to find a polite way to list all of her criticisms of their ideas. 

"You've worn armour before?"

Oh that was a stupid question, he's already probably risking the masquerade but he's just so curious about what is going on. Oh well. May as well keep going now.

"It's very easy to fit armour to the person. Usually with this plastic we can just heat it up and reshape it. Right now this is loaner gear so it won't fit perfectly, but you shouldn't have to make do with anything that is actually hurting you or pinching you."

Gabriel has already made up his mind that if Iomedae sticks around he will make sure that she gets some armour made for her. There's no way a foster kid can afford to buy her own stuff, and he does actually trust his coworker enough that he reckons he'll get the kit back from Robert if Iomedae decides not to pursue fighting any more. 

"When God made me a holy warrior my family payed make me armor. But when I came to America I had no way to carry it, fix it, so I selled it."

Yeah she's from a fey realm and they're going to need to figure out who she sold that armour to so that they can recover what is probably a bunch of OBVIOUS MAGICAL ARTEFACTS - 

Nicole is back from the car.

"Here! I bet this will work a lot better."

Nicole holds out a lamellar hauberk to Iomedae. She's just adjusted the strings and straps to what she thinks roughly the right size will be - it'll be a little small on her, so she's loosened various pieces. There will be an unprotected gap down each side and probably an unprotected sliver of stomach beneath the hem, but it will be easy and light and comfortable to move in, and nobody ought to be hitting the newbie in places she's visibly not armoured. 

If Iomedae knew Nicole was thinking that she'd be very confused because of course you should try to hit people in places where they are not armored. That's how to kill them.

The new armor fits better. "You are right, ma'am, a lot better."

Reynhard is back at his gear bag, tossing things around looking for knees - because if Iomedae has a helmet, gorget, knee and elbow pads, kidney protection, and protection for the top part of her spine then she has the legal minimum armour to fight!

Obviously it would be nice to have shoulders but it doesn't seem like anyone has loaner shoulders just lying around right now, and they're technically not required, and nobody should be whacking the newbie super hard in the obviously unarmoured shoulder. 

Of course she's right. "I'm glad! You can use that for today and see if you like it and we can talk about you borrowing it longer-term if so. I'm Nicole, by the way, it's a pleasure to meet you." 

"I am Iomedae! I am a foster child of Robert and Jenny, and a holy warrior of God, and I want to join this order."

Oh, she wants to be formal and fancy and in-persona? Nicole raises one eyebrow very slightly. 

"In that case, I'm Duchess Nicole du Vivier and I welcome you to Atlantia, my lady. Let me get my own armour on and you are more than welcome to have a try attacking me if you so desire."

She gives Iomedae a very dignified little 'bye for now' wave as she walks back to her folding chair and opens up her kit bag. 

What a reassuringly normal interaction! Except now Iomedae has an extremely important question and she can't even easily straighten it up with Sir Gabriel because she doesn't know the Spanish either. She will look pleadingly at him. "Sir, Duchess is -"

"It means she's served as queen twice! We have a Crown Tournament every six months to pick our new heirs, and she's been consort to the winner twice."

That just introduced a bunch more words that Iomedae doesn't know! She's served in...some role...that is selected by winner ....and she's been something to the winner ... "What I say her."

"I call her your grace when she's being intimidating, but you don't really have to use anyone's titles at practice. We can both just call her Nicole."

"At practice?"

"This is practice, where we are now. We come here just to hang out and improve our skills. There's more formality at official events, but here, Nicole's just here to get better at fighting, same as you." 

"...and this is why you not angry Robert and Jenny disobedient?"

"Robert and Jenny aren't.... disobedient, they don't have to obey me. Robert's my coworker, I'm not his boss-" 

"- and neither of them are in the SCA so they don't have to play our game -" 

"- yeah, the only person you have to obey here is Sir Reynhard and that's only because he's the marshal and he's in charge of safety, so you have to listen if he gives you a safety instruction."

This is important to them, they said it as if it is important, but it does not make sense, and she doesn't know 'coworker' or 'boss' and she doesn't understand why someone would say 'play our game' about ...obeying your superiors, which is not a game, which is in fact the thing in the whole world which is least like a game. All of civilization rests on it and paradise is denied to anyone who fails at it and - that's not how she'd make the rules, but it's what they are, even Aroden doesn't say you don't have to follow the rules, just that someday civilization itself will make the rules, and make better ones -

"I have obey Robert and Jenny," she points out, because being pedantic is easier than getting into any of that. "I was made they foster child. ...ready now fight?"