She was fully aware that still being in the red dress posed some issues, but she hardly gave a shit if Gambit 'saw something.' It wouldn't be anything he hadn't seen or touched before. Psylocke did, however, remove the heels, because in reality, fighting, running, those things were hard to do in anything above two inches and thinner than a finger.
Kicking the red shoes away, she merely watched Gambit circle, not reacting in her normal manner. Such a predatory action (one she often used herself) was a turn on, but in her heightened anger it only served to fuel the fire. Smirking, she stood her ground when the cards flew her way. It was a mutual agreement to draw little to no blood and of course, the aim was never meant to kill. Not between them at least.
Psylocke blocked out Gambit's thoughts, as knowing his next move made the battle no fun at all. "Oh, I still expect a thank you, but breaking them in will do for now." Without warning, she shot out a hand and grabbed him by his coat. Dropping into a crouch, she used all her weight to throw/kick him behind her. While his body sailed over her own, she spun on spot to face him, teeth bared and blades ready, the couch now defensive.