There might have been a light chuckle if you listened closely enough and had an ear for what such a thing might sound like through the filter of a helmet. The trajectory of this meeting was unpredictable at best to the Mandalorian, who was sure that this... bubbly doctor had just requested that he hop onto the examination table to be injected with something. To her credit, she didn't seem to be putting on an act, but seem was a word without a stable foundation.
The Mandalorian remained fixed to his spot.
"And I assume if I refuse, then I stay in here." It wasn't a question. He could draw the conclusion without any hand-holding. Obviously there were guards intercepting people from freely leaving the moment they arrived, and those guards would make another appearance if anyone decided to be difficult. He could test that, but the last few days had been thrilling and painful enough without another confrontation.
He was quiet. Then, he crossed his arms. "Only thing I have is your word. That doesn't mean I trust you at it."