HUxley O'Toole

"Fixing, eh?" Hux says with an arched eyebrow. "Sounds like we're drawing a fine line between repair work and thieving. Still, you don't see me carrying any badge so I'd be happy to oblige. Do we care about opening it safely or quickly?" As Hux asks the last question, he gently pats the ever-present duffel bag at his side. Lief had heard enough heart-stopping explosions in the middle of the night to guess what Hux kept contained in the bag.