The Mandalorian's response produced a laugh from Sirka. It was somewhat of a hobby of hers to rile up some of the supposed "tough guys" she tended to meet, especially if she felt like having a good fight. A lot of them were more bark than bite, but there were some whose skills were actually somewhat close to their bravado. This one certainly had a [i]lot[/i] of bravado, but given that he was being offered this very well paying job as well, she actually had to guess he was more towards the latter. At first, she had just thought he was two-cred merc with an overinflated opinion of himself, but learning that he was mandalorian gave her a bit more context to his words. The armor might have been an indicator for her, had she not seen so many imitation suits on Nar Shaddaa from thugs looking to capitalize on the Mandalorians' reputation. She supposed he could be lying, but again, the fact that he had been invited here suggested otherwise.  A fight with him could be interesting; of course, as a teammate, she wouldn't want to do anything lethal, but sparring was fair game. That, or having a competition to see who could kill more hostiles.

It seemed that Dazan had his own input on the matter, though he seemed more genuinely offended than she did. During her time on Lwhekk, she recieved more verbal abuse than most people did in a lifetime, so insults had essentially lost all effectiveness on her. If she picked a fight, it was probably just for the fun of it. "Eh, I wouldn't be too hard on him. This one seems to be a mando to the core; he certainly has the arrogance of one. Still, he's got that Mandalorian honor going for him. I actually like that. Gives them a reason to fight when credits aren't enough. I've thought about joining before; I hear they'll accept anyone who can prove themselves." Sirka commented, shifting her gaze directly to the Mandalorian. "And if you don't think I could prove myself, well, talk is cheap. My actions will speak volumes."