Gibney, on the other hand, was by and large fearless, completely fearless so far s he knew. Sure the creepy old doc gave him the heebie jeebies, but he was not really afraid of the man. He had fears, though at this point they were mostly a distant memory at this point, his mind molded until he hardly acknowledged them. It was what made him such a truly outstanding fighter, it also largely contributed to his being such a handful.
"Ah." Could have been much worse, too bad. He would have liked to be able to brag about having proudly walked away from one of Storm's stronger blasts. Oh well, not how it worked. She did not look nearly as amused as he was about the entire situation, so he ducked his head and at last began to feel a little guilty. "I uh..." he rumbled as he scuffed the ball of his foot against the pavement. "...I got m' physical." That was something she could be proud of him about, right?