The Mandalorian would slowly take his hand back onto the table, he would scan the area not with his own eyes but with the program inside his helmet where he could identify people if needed. It was merely a precaution, it was typical of bounty hunters. Especially those that are embedded into the Mandalorian Culture. While he let his helmet do the scanning, he would turn his attention toward the Force user. "It's good to see that you agree. Those whites deserve some shebs-kicking." Anubis would speak with a tone that would clearly indicate that he is fully prepared for combat. A quick moment later, the warrior would calm himself down and then waved off Kenas' gesture at getting a drink. "I'm fine."
There was a reason to why he didn't want to take off his helmet and it clearly wasn't because he wasn't thirsty. It was because he rarely trust people outside his brothers and sisters. Now that he has a Force user on his side, he might be able to recruit people into picking a fight with the Imperials with a little more ease.
"Kyr'am bah te Imperials." He would simply whisper to himself, as he crossed his armored arms.
~Anubis Xerxes
The Empire's worst nightmare