HUX: Captain, I wonder why Millicent always allows you to catch her when we all search for her. She allows that only to you.

PHASMA: Likeness. I am like a cat. We both have claws, bite hard, kill because of tiniest offense, and are independent bitchez.

KYLO: I want to be like Darth Vader. So much.

PHASMA: *looking at him shrewdly*  You want to have asthma?

HUX: Captain, how many blaster shots will you need, to kill me?

PHASMA: None.

HUX: You can’t be that good.

PHASMA. I am not. I just don’t intend to kill you.

HUX: W have been through so much, the stars grinning behind our eyes

Dying on the borders of the universe, living the glory of the future

We subdued the world, painting it red

So why the heck I always feel like you want to stab me in the back?

PHASMA: …?

HUX: Now your’s turn to sing. Confess.

PHASMA: *looking into his cup* I knew you drink caf with the alcohol, but it’s caf with high voltage spirit.

HUX: I was aknowledged that one of your troops decided to join the rebellion, Captain.

PHASMA: He is not one of my troops.

HUX: I most certainly know that he is.

PHASMA: He is not a trooper. He is a traitor.

… Hux’s socks, Kylo Ren’s cats and Phasma’s appraising gaze. From under the helmet.

MITAKA: Hufflepuff!

HUX: Ravenclaw.

KYLO: Ssssslytherin…

PHASMA: House Phasma.