Luna kept looking around paying little attention to him. When he touched her she pushed against him until he said nickname. She had not heard that name in 4 years. Something from within her broke in that moment. She pushed on him trying to get out of his grip. Finally she flipped twisting her arm from his grip. It was a move that she had perfected in training. "Why should I trust you? You walked out on me. And how do you know what my type is anymore!?!" The next man that walked out she pulled to her and kissed. No sparks formed but she let the man go and hicuped.