I...almost feel like an ass for thinking it. [It's hard, having a conversation at nearly 70mph in traffic, but he manages it pretty decently from where he's still half-gripping his own door. Flashes a smile at nothing in particular (that's meant for Hux) and then he's swallowing dryly over the taste of his own spit.]

I don't know, just, you know. Nice car, chauffeur, maybe a little classical music or something just as stuffy.

[Stops, nearly swallowing his tongue.] Did I say-- did I say stuffy? Because that is not the word I was aiming for.