The Doctor had retreated with that final offer, which left the Mandalorian with Cara. He'd rolled his sleeve down and cast a silent vigil on the exit door. There was a loose curiosity about what a 'pizza' was, but he left it be. On the list of his concerns right now, a 'pizza' was low towards the bottom.
He didn't have to say anything, but the quiet felt all the more unnerving without a small coo to interrupt it. "No one is that friendly," was the remark. "Couldn't get a read on motives for it."
He crossed his arms. "Wherever we are, I don't think the kid came along."