The Mandalorian slowly walked up to them, pulling a tracking fob from his pocket. "I can bring you in warm," He set it on the cantina table, directly in front of them. He pressed the button on the tracking fob, and a hologram projection of their face popped up. "Or I can bring you in cold." His gloved hand hovered over one of his blasters, in case they made a move to attack. Mando nodded his head, motioning them to stand up so he could cuff them and bring them to the Razor Crest ship.