There was the brief impulse to glare at Hux, or do worse, for speaking out when he had no grounds to do so. He swallowed it down, not taking his eyes off of the prize, such as it was. Whatever the agents meant to do, he hoped it was soon, or he wasn't going to last much longer against this.

He straightened when they were offered the golden trinkets, attention zeroing in on them. He felt something like a tremor from Hux, muted through this fog, and brushed it off as nerves. If he felt this queasy, there was no way Hux wasn't just as affected.

With his palm already turned up, it was a simple gesture to extend his hand, and accept the beetle. He closed his fist around it once he had it, dropping his arms back to his sides and nodding at the Regency agents. Asking what it was would be pointless, he decided. They weren't going to answer or speak, and perhaps even had gag orders. Their own stormtroopers weren't meant to be conversing with ranking officers, after all.