It was hard to take anyone's word or intention at face value right now. He didn't know any of these people, or this Clan she was talking of. All he knew was that his best friend had been in a body bag, and couple that with the fact Luka already had PTSD issues, not just from the Army, but from the rape which led him to be forced to enlist in the Army, he just didn't trust people very much. With Jett, the trust had always been unconditional and it was proven in the way Jett had so reflexively and so selflessly saved his life at the risk of his own. Luka's blue eyes were watching her closely whilst his mind tried to figure out how he was supposed to feel here. So, she wasn't going to do to him what she did to Jett. For some reason... whatever. He was used to rejection. But now he had no idea what his next move was supposed to be now he was stuck all alone in this massive as fuck city and Jett belonged to another world now.

He rested his tongue between his lips, wetting them before he went to say something again. He had always been quiet and introverted, mostly down to the fact his father was a wanker who thought he should be seen and not heard. He internalised a lot, and it was obvious there was a lot going through his mind right now. Was it fucked up that he wasn't an iota of scared when she showed him her fangs, but absolutely terrified she was going to rape him? Probably. Only now, he was apparently going to tear up. A mix of jetlag and feeling extremely overwhelmed and scared. "How do I know you're not going to hurt him?"