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 focused on Phasma’s angelic voice instead of their audience, until he was able to relax and get into the swing of it; playing his heart out with all the enthusiasm of before.