She'd liked Stiles well enough in their brief interaction. He seemed to have a knack for getting into trouble, but it never seemed to be anything truly terrible. Phasma's perspective on that might have been a little skewed, though, but she thought that all in all Noah had successfully raised a genuinely good person. And if he got a little stress out of it in exchange, that seemed like a fair trade-off. Besides, Stiles struck her as someone who could survive - not just here, but outside of here too - and that was something she respected more than most things.
"Admittedly, the fatigue is already beginning to catch up with me," she said. "I don't know that it's quite that bad. I'm used to very little sleep in the first place." But what she wasn't so used to was feeling quite so exhausted all the time regardless, along with the new and unusual aches.
She looked up when he said scan, though, brows furrowing a bit. That wasn't a thing in the Scyre and there had never been any births within the first order, so the only thing she could think of was the typical medbay scans. She wasn't sure what that could tell her that she couldn't tell herself just by paying attention to her body. "No, I haven't seen anyone about it," she said, shaking her head. "I haven't even told anyone about it, besides you." Although somehow Slade had noticed during a routine spar and she saw no reason to deny it when he had three children of his own.
"I... suppose, it doesn't hurt to have the reassurance," she said. "But I'd prefer as little intervention as possible from outsiders." It was one of the few times that Phasma's general distrust of everyone and borderline-neurosis came out. But with something so personal and so intimate, she preferred to keep things close.