His nervous demeanor made Luna very uncomfortable Mantis looked back at the direction of the door once. Twice, on the third turn her nerves couldn't handle it anymore because he was putting her on the edge.
"God damn it Mantis, what the fuck is going on? Why do you seem so jumpy?" Her four fingers were drumming nervously on the round table.
The big egg like eyes in his eye sockets grew wider as they gauged her countenance, Luna cocked her head on one side and studied the highly strung man. If she wasn't mistaken it appeared like as though Mantis was doubtful and uncertain about whatever he was about to tell her.
Mantis spoke steadily. "Can I trust you white witch?" He blurted out a question that was lingering on her mind as well but it was better for him to speak first than to go back and run his mouth to his gang boss.
