Picker in MoI:
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'[...]' She worked the ivory rings up her scarred, muscled arm. [...]
[...] He gripped her chain-sleeved bicep. A muted clatter sounded.
Picker gasped.
After a moment she dropped her sword to clunk on the tarred rooftop, and began stripping off her chain surcoat with quick, jerky motions. [...]
Two fingers brushed her arm and she nearly leapt out of her leathers. [...]
She dropped the last man's height to land on the ground in a jangle and clank of armour.
Blend and Picker were thrown through the doorway. The lieutenant's head snapped back to the thudding, staccato impact of flying stones against her helm and the lowered visor and cheek-guards. [...]
Picker in TtH:
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[
] she paused to tug loose the tangles of her heavy cloak, [
]
[
], watched the big-arsed woman kicking her way through the rubbish [
]
[
] They were old, sagging, rarely sober, and this one, well, she wore that huge, thick woolen cloak because she was getting heavy and it clearly made her self-concious.
Following her through the crowds had been relatively easy she was a head taller than the average Gadrobi, [
]
'If she's [Scillara] fat, Antsy, then so am I.'
Antsy looked away.
Picker cuffed him on the side of the head.
'Ow, what was that for?'
'I wear armour and quilted underpadding, remember?'
Blend in TtH:
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Barathol saw the Malazan threading her way to where they now sat. By hue of skin, by cast of features, by any obvious measure one might find, there was nothing that differentiated the woman from any local Daru or Genabarii; yet he knew, instantly. A Malazan, and a veteran. A damned marine.
The slim woman came up, soft brown eyes fixed on Barathol. And in Malazan, she said, '[
]'
And in she came, light-footed as a cat, [...]
'[
],' she replied, laying out her chain hauberk on the bed, then pulling off her shirt to find the padded undergarment.
Antsy's eyes bugged slightly as he stared at her breasts, the faint bulge of her belly, the sweet
Blend tugged on the quilted shirt and then returned to the hauberk. '[
]'
[
]
She worked the hauberk over her head and pushed her arms through the heavy sleeves.
'[
]' She selected a matched pair of Wickan longknives from her store of weapons and strapped the belt on, low on her hips, offered Antsy a hard grin. '[
]'
I remember something along the same lines about Blend in MoI, but can't be bothered to go through all of it to find the quotes just happen to have the ones from TtH at hand. Hope it helps some.