Sol'id wasn't entirely sure if he should let something like this slide. He'd killed men for lesser things, though he had to admit he had done so in challenges and not random neck snaps...most of the time. He clenched his teeth, and he flexed his hand yet again, opening and closing it in a fist. He decided that if he got pissed off again in the next few minutes, he would have to let off some steam somehow, and that often meant whatever was close to him would be in danger. As for now... 

"My employer." he corrected, wanting them to know that him working for someone didn't mean they had his undying allegiance. He disliked the term boss. Men who worked their entire lives as Hutt muscle used the word. "And I don't care who follows me around. Though it's their duty to follow, I won't wait. Fair warning." he said, and headed towards the Cargo bay, striding confidently with his rifle held at the ready. The powerfully built man settled onto his seat atop a supply crate, sitting like the sentinel he was paid to be.