[There's no question of it, FN-2187 instantly follows his recalibrated alignment, meeting Hux's stare with no small amount of unwavering dedication.] I can't imagine that being a problem for you, sir.

[In this case, it isn't flattery. It's sincere. Affectionate, even, but entirely sincere: he believes in their General as much as he believes in their cause; he hasn't got a choice.]

But if there's anything I can do to help keep you informed, I will.