It took Sol'id a long time to sit down. "[color=ed1c24]I prefer to stand[/color]." he said, without budging an inch. Impassive behind his helmet, he stood tall and at the ready, but it became clear that things wouldn't move forward if he did not sit, so with silent agreement he grabbed a chair. The Mandalorian gazed around without moving his head, taking in all of the faces one by one. These were people he might need to kill, after all. 

His arms rested upon the table, hands in fists. He listened intently, the information processing into his head like words being inserted into a computer. He agreed that there was something off with how this Admiral was presenting the bounties. But he didn't often question such things. He performed acts of violence and got paid for such services, because no one else was as skilled at it as he, or had the stomach for it. 

He decided he would speak up however, because there was one aspect that irked him. "[color=ed1c24]Alive, you say?[/color]" he said, breaking the silence after the others questions. "[color=ed1c24]Why?[/color]" Sol'id looked squarely at the Admiral at this point. He would get them alive if need be, but bounties were much easier and more enjoyable when he could dispatch them.