Sol'id almost pulled the trigger on Gavon, but something kept him back at the last second. In fact, he let out a breath and drew himself up tall, his rifle now slung across his shoulder. "I don't know what the cargo is, nor do I care. Though I doubt someone would have me guarding a bomb when they could have detonated it before now." he said, and turned to Jacque. "I mean no disrespect when I say this, but I am not being paid to stand around, or to be questioned. I'm going back into the cargo hold, or if you think I am better suited at guarding above to keep the ship intact, that works as well. But I will not spend my time playing any more games." 

In all honesty, Sol'id was tired of speaking. He often spoke in grunts or steeled looks instead of words. He held his gun casually, and stood in a similar fashion. However, he was quite ready to whip his weapon around and fire, ready to spring backwards in a roll to dodge whatever incoming return fire he'd have thrown at him. But that wasn't needed, yet. "So, are we going to fire at one another, or not?"