The Mandalorian stayed quiet for many moments as the ship rocked and thrummed, standing there amidst the low light like a statue. "Your ship?" the Bounty Hunter asked. He regarded the small droid, contemplating either crushing it or shooting it, but he did not move an inch. He let his words hang, very sure that this man wasn't who he claimed he was. That did not necessarily mean he was dangerous, but he would find the truth of things. 

"I was paid by the ones who claim this ship to protect their precious cargo. And I only lay my weapons down for those who pay me to do so." he explained. "I do not know who you are, and you do not know who I am I assume. My counter proposal is that you come out here and face me. I will have my weapon, you will have yours. But I will not kill you unless you make an attempt on my life. I don't play in tricks or trivialities. Instead of us lying and claiming to meet unarmed, let us be equals and meet armed. Whether we use them is up to us." 

Sol'id hefted his custom rifle, though he didn't hold it at the ready with any sort of aim. Part of it was the fact he was confident in his efficiency, but the other that kept his barrel down was honor. He wasn't sure if the man whom he was speaking to shared his sense of honor. It didn't bother Sol'id. If whomever he was speaking to tried to kill him, it didn't matter. Even if he succeeded, Sol'id Fist would crawl out of the pit of hell to drag him down with him.