[ Of course. Of course that's what this is about. It always comes back to that point, doesn't it? Hux's expression darkens into a scowl, reflexively clenching his jaw. The scavenger girl that Ren had seen fit to chase after. That he'd lost sight of the mission for. Had discarded the idea of capturing the robot that could give them cold hard facts. Instead, he'd played cat and mouse with the girl, said she was strong with the Force, said he could teach her.

She'd wriggled free of his grasp and defeated him. Left him bleeding in the snow– who else could it have been? Who else could've given him the clean cauterized scar across his face and shoulder?

Glancing at the floor only to watch where he was stepping, he crosses closer to Ren, lips still thinned unhappily. ]

Put that out. [ He gestures to the lightsaber, not enjoying the crackle and hum so close. ]

I know she's here, I ran into her earlier, that scavenger girl. [ And while he wants her out of the way (she knows too much), there isn't a way to stop her. Not here, with them all connected. Killing a member of the nest is nearly the same as committing suicide. The pain feels the same. ]

Remember where we are, Ren. What we're a part of. You might not care for the rest of her brood, but think before you engage her in a fight– the rest of your brood is going to have to feel every strike.