Thank you, General. [Stiff and formal a response as it is, like most everything 2187 does, it's emotionally charged. This time for the better, given how direct his glance upwards is in return without prompting or obligation - he'd never worked with Hux before they lost their primary base of operations, but there's a part of him that wishes it'd come sooner. Captain Phasma was a machine. A woman with a mission, and enough discipline to see it through without balking at the idea of managing thousands of soldiers. She knew them personally-- she knew him personally-- and in a way that made her the closest thing to family he had outside of his team, but she was hard and unfeeling, too devoted to the cause and not the people in it.

Hux wouldn't have sent Slip off to die.

Finn curls a few fingers, feeling the resilient seamline of his helmet.] I apologize for any inconvenience you suffered on my part. I try not to let them interfere with my performance.

[Because he knows they're both young, and every action FN-2187 takes reflects on the man that vouched for him: all the medical sessions he needed to recover from his near-fatal injuries on Starkiller, all the psych evals that came after it - he's not about to let it all fall through. That's not him.]