The way the Mandalorian reaches for the hilt of a weapon at his side makes Boba go tense, but he makes himself stay where he is, hands remaining open at his sides. It's not the kind of trust he'd extend to most people in such a situation, but the man is another Mandalorian—that means something to Boba.

He also relaxes a bit as the man straightens up and returns his greeting. Boba's not sure whether his question is asking how long he's been in this cave or in this world, but he supposes the answer is the same either way. When he speaks, his voice is clearly youthful and marked with a distinct Concord Dawn accent.

"Not very long." He gestures to the mouth of the cave where the shark had fled. "One of those creatures brought me in here, too. There's some kind of barrier blocking the exit."

His words might be straight to the point, but beneath the concealing cover of his helmet, he's watching the man with quite a bit of curiosity. He's only ever met a small handful of other Mandalorians in his life; most of what he knows about them comes from his father's stories. He resists the urge to ask too many questions. There are more pressing concerns at the moment and besides—he doesn't want to seem like some ignorant little kid.

Still, there are more subtle ways of getting information... Beneath his helmet, Boba's eyes move to the strange hilt at the man's side.

"I haven't been able to tear through it, but maybe an actual weapon could..."