[Suspicion prickles under his skin, sharp as glass and nearly as tangible in the moment that he bristles in response to the inquiry. He is entirely used to competition in regards to a job well done (General Hux was ever quick to tip his chin at his own personal exploits while simultaneously grumbling in response to Ren's) and it means instincts treat the inquiry as an intrusion-- a bid at distracting him from the shallow mire of his own thoughts.
Which, fair, probably.]
I am fine. Return to your task.
[Sitting in silence, apparently. Fun times, Ren. Good ideas.]
GRUMPS HARDER
Which, fair, probably.]
I am fine. Return to your task.
[Sitting in silence, apparently. Fun times, Ren. Good ideas.]