Well, the mandalorian was the aggressive and... childish, of the pair, while the other one was more sensible and calm. Well, the latter he could get along with, but the former just seemed a little too troublesome. There was more going on with this job, that much he knew with how the current interactions were playing out, but they hadn't received any details just yet. He had to admit, the mando's instant assumptions on his skills were insulting, but he wasn't going to add fuel to the fire, at least not now.

Then went Sirka'ith walking up and chiming in, and Dazan couldn't stop the corner of his mouth from curving up in a smirk, a silent laugh in the back of his head. He walked up to the group as well, the smirk now gone, and listened to the mando complain and boast. "If you really have such confidence in your skills, then keep us safe oh mighty warrior. But then, that doesn't seem to be a challenge you want to accept, now does it?" It was more meant to shut him up, the complete insistence that he and the Ssi-ruu were incompetent or less was getting annoying.

He looked to the employer, ignoring any retort the mando would've said, and asked, "Will you tell us the job? Or are there going to be more mercs you offered in?"