Not many space animals, either, right? [A snort, even if he almost expects Hux to reply with some sort of species that survives in space. He's almost expecting anything at this point.

He nods.] So this is your first mission? With COST, I mean. [It's blatantly obvious that he's part of some military group. Whatever this intergalactic group may be.


And his reply shows it, once again. Even if it also informs him that Hux is probably not one to stay in the front lines - which would explain his... discomfort? seems like the wrong word for the tension the man holds.

But he does understand - hell, Mamoru has taught people through taunts,
challenges, a mere mocking tone inflicted at the last syllable in a sentence. All with the intention of making a certain type of person want to practice out of their own initiative. ]

Nah, I get it. Arriving late to a duel to piss off the opponent. Hasten the adversary to do something rash. Psychological warfare.