"I suppose you stay in a humanoid form because it's easier to deal with..." Hux tilted his head, quirked an eyebrow, and, well, "...with everything, really. Most things we're expected to do aren't exactly made for--what you are."

Hux's brow furrows slightly; he is curious, despite himself. The First Order, like the Empire, is species-ist by nature, and think humans to be best form of life--but Hux is a bit less tyrannical about that, than most.

"What exactly are you, though? It's--you have a body similar to a Fathier, but I assume that word means nothing to you."