Gavin nodded. "All right then... just give me a second..." he said, as he took off his jacket, his hat and his tie, then dug out some white cloth, which he proceeded to wrap around his hands to protect his knuckles. "Don't want to do myself too much damage." he said, as he then did a few stretches. "The skipper used to say I could be a bit of a misery guts, cause I was always dreaming up things that might go wrong on missions, and coming up with means to deal wih those things." he added, as he walked onto the mat and bowed his head slightly to her. As he did so, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath to settle himself. When he opened his eyes again, they seemed flinty and determined, as he launched himself forward and came out swinging. There wasn't much grace or finesse to his fighting style, more of a dirty 'pub brawler' style, as he opened up with a right cross, and then followed up with a haymaker to her jaw with his left.