George is disconnecting wires and bluetooth connections with...some clumsiness. He turns to Governess with a sort of helpless look.<br/><br/>"Ah, yes, Navigator, well, don't worry we picked each of you for your individial talents, and this first mission is as much about field testing you all as it is throwing the gauntlet down to the bad guys."<br/><br/>He strokes his chin with a massive white-clad paw.<br/><br/>"I could have a tussle with you in the sparring section, give you some pointers, but then again, with your ability, you should be able to outmanouvre me at every turn. I'd much rather kill two birds with one stone, sir, and put you up against someone else so you can both train."<br/><br/>He didn't say out loud that one mis-thrown punch could put Navigator into a wall. George maybe caught more of Tigress's hesitation.<br/><br/>"Why don't you and our other white-clad hero, the senorita here, go for a quick little match? First tier, as it was. Tigress, would you do us the honour of showing Navigator here how you do things hand-to-hand? Eh, por favor." Yep, in true English fashion, he was persevering with what embarrassing little Spanish he knew.<br/><br/>It was a shrewd choice. Hopefully Navigator would get his tips and hints from a melee combatant without that combatant being clad in incredibly technological armour, or a supernatural vampire whom had decades if not centuries of combat experience. Tigress could also use some confidence boosting and a proper assessment of her own abilities.<br/><br/>"Just don't kill each other down there. We need you both on the mission!"