Mongo watched in awed silence as the Besalisk male was taken out by the Mandalorian. It was clean, it was efficient, and it was nonchalant, professional was the word that came to mind. After the shooting it was as if the entire bar had stopped what it was doing to turn and look at what was going on, not an uncommon occurrence as anything that was violent was generally more exciting than what people were doing. Then, an intense moment later, the two that were still standing sat down next to each other, and the rest of the bar went back to their business, and Mongo, having finished his drink, ordered two of whatever it was that the reptilian woman was having, and then grabbed the large glasses and headed over to sit down next to the intriguing creature.

Or he was, until some maniac pulled a sword on the cute little Twi'lek, getting up suddenly and almost knocking Mongo over, thankfully Gungans were made of more bendable stuff than that and he quickly recovered. Mongo debated saying something to the man, but he figured that anybody willing to point a sword at a person in a bar where not minutes before someone had been gunned down, probably didn't need the Gungan's help to look foolish, so he made his way over to where the Reptilian was sitting and, placing the two tankards down, raised his in a toasting motion, and looked over at the action.

"Thisa outta be good" Mongo casually spoke to his new tablemate.