While Hux hadn't seen this woman before, there was something in her demeanor that reminded him of Phasma; no-nonsense, unwilling to allow others to slack off. Were he in a better mood, it might have even brought a small smirk to his lips.

As it was, Hux was doing his best to help keep things on pace, pointing out where a wire had been crossed, where things needed to be adjusted. He hadn't gone into full 'speech' mode, but he was more inclined to giving orders, slipping back into his natural 'General' state.

When everything seems in hand, Hux moves to speak to the blonde, clasping his hands behind his back. "Current, or former military?" Perhaps an assumption, but Hux suspects he's correct.