… Hux’s socks, Kylo Ren’s cats and Phasma’s appraising gaze. From under the helmet.
PHASMA: House Phasma.
Hux: Given the choice, Captain, who would you save from certain death first, Kylo or me?
Phasma: Given the choice, I would first saved my own neck.
Hux: *looking at the amount of paperwork* Someone kill me please.
Phasma: Is this a request, order or the casual toying with the idea?
PHASMA: *calm collected voice* I am going to shoot down everyone who mentions this small incident.
HUX: You mean being kicked in the head, almost dying in the trash compactor, facing a deadly inhabitants of some awful planet, falling off the platform to flames, being blew out into space… small indeed!
PHASMA: I ask for permission to shoot you down, General.
Hux: I sometimes even wonder if you are able to joke, Captain.
Phasma: I am capable of joking, General.
Hux: Tell a joke then, a good one *he crosses his arms*
Phasma: Two stormtroopers enter the canteen.
Hux: Go on.
Phasma: And shoot all who are there.
Phasma: This is the end of the joke.
Hux: *looking at her sternly* That proves the point, yes.
Finn: When your shiny neck was threatened, you squealed like a whoop hog. The evidence blew up with the base, but you and I know the truth. When I put a gun to your head, you shut down Starkiller’s shields.
Phasma: They don’t squeal.
Phasma: Whoop hogs don’t squeal. Learn your biology.
Finn: Does it matter?? You squealed when I threatened you!
Phasma: This was not a squeal. Wash your ears.
Finn: NOW I KNOW WHY I HATED YOU SO MUCH.