[Through the forged faceplate of her helmet it's impossible to tell whether she's pleased by his consciousness or irritated by his timetable. A mystery she opts not to dispel, instead rounding sharply on her heel to dismiss the staff (already eager to rush in at a sign of awareness) which seems more than a little upsetting for them to have to obediently swallow as they slink off.
Once the doors are closed, leaving them entirely alone, Phasma returns her attention to Ren.]
So you're not dead after all.
[As long as it's been, talk of Snoke's apprentice succumbing to the wits of a traitor and a scavenger was inevitable, despite being hushed.] Hux was certain you were lost to us.
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Once the doors are closed, leaving them entirely alone, Phasma returns her attention to Ren.]
So you're not dead after all.
[As long as it's been, talk of Snoke's apprentice succumbing to the wits of a traitor and a scavenger was inevitable, despite being hushed.] Hux was certain you were lost to us.