((lol its getting a bit quiet down here. Time to make some noise...))
Jak continously eyed the Mandalorian, watching the wrist launcher pointed at him. Even through dark tinted T-Visor of the helmet, and the rest of the Mandalorian shell, he could sense this was not one of his kind... or what he used to be.
Jak smiled. "So what exactly do you intend to do with me, Mandalorian? I'm quite busy rescuing an old geezer from behind this door. Can't you see?"