"Wait, wait, what spice have you gotten into?" Hux was searching his memory. It's not like he had followed Ren everywhere he went. They certainly hadn't been attached at the hip. Hux was just curious to know what sort of spice had caught Ben's attention. And where the hell had Hux been when this happened?
But Hux was getting sidetracked. He'd also finally, finally catch a break. Phasma would be correct in her assumption. Hux was fond of blasters, but he wasn't overly strong. And the F-11D model was just a wee bit too much for him.
Phasma's statement, on the other hand, would earn Hux his sixth shot. Though, if asked, he likely wouldn't elaborate on what, exactly, had been destroyed out of anger. He also picked up on who that was directed at and immediately jumped on the bandwagon. "I have never gone into battle with a mask on." Two rounds skipped.