Hux watched Ren take the beetle; he needed to do the same thing himself; he needed to take it. But it felt--was this a test? Had they known--? Was this somehow telling him that they knew? Would it suddenly somehow open up and bite him, strike him dead?

Still, he couldn't be seen as a coward, and he couldn't let Ren see him sweat. So he took the scarab, perhaps grabbing it and putting it in his bag a bit quicker than he should have, but he felt the need to get it out of his hand as fast as possible.

Keeping his chin raised, Hux let out a breath, giving a slight nod of his head.

The two Regency shoulders looked between them, and Hux could almost feel them smirking. They raised the hand that each had held the scarab in and pressed it to their mouths, and it almost seemed like they were whispering? No words, but it seemed a symbol for what they were supposed to do with them. Perhaps.

After that their hands went down, and they started to back up.