Techie squeaked and almost dropped it, catching it again and steadying it upon his lap. “H-Hux! I, ah, I j-just- wanted t-to try it,” he said weakly, eyebrows scrunched up together.
After a little pause, he asked, cautiously optimistic, “W-was I any g-good?”
He grinned, breathless, and shook hands with all that went up to him. Techie looked to Phasma and smiled shyly. She hasn’t said anything yet, and he hoped she would.