[ She needs a minute or two (or more) and he's more than willing to give her space. This lashing out is familiar, reminds him of a certain Force user who takes his anger out on control equipment. However, this isn't his ship. Nor is she someone he could even attempt to exert command over. Ahsoka is dealing with truth, too much at once, and while he doesn't agree with how she deals with it, he can't exactly blame her.
Her knuckles look raw but not serious. And then she's turning away, every thought focused on what he's told her. How much she sees Tarkin instead, or maybe alongside. How much she needs to be far away. Hux says nothing, quietly regarding her and then stepping away. If she wanted distance, he wasn't going to begrudge her– after all, he could use the same. ]
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Her knuckles look raw but not serious. And then she's turning away, every thought focused on what he's told her. How much she sees Tarkin instead, or maybe alongside. How much she needs to be far away. Hux says nothing, quietly regarding her and then stepping away. If she wanted distance, he wasn't going to begrudge her– after all, he could use the same. ]