Phasma noticed. Would that she had known he was literally giving her the shirt off his back, she would have grabbed something from Lord Ren for him to wear in exchange. Blue was much easier to coordinate than purple was, after all. But lean times, she supposed, and he somehow managed to nearly pull it off with a bit of grace. And they could be awkward together, the two of them masking it with dignified poise as was only suited to their rank and training. Phasma was confident in her body, in her femaleness, but she didn't exactly cut the most feminine figure and while she had learned how to accentuate her body, the concept of flattering seemed utterly lost on anyone here.
"Thank you," she said, with another faint smile, slipping her arm easily into his. She wasn't so serious all the time, even her troops knew that, but there was something sinister hiding there at the corners of her eyes. Something that seemed to always know a bit more than she was letting on. And for now, she had already begun her study of Krennic. He was younger than she expected. She had been thinking someone Tarkin's age - she'd seen holos of him - but that wasn't the case at all. He was no soldier, though. No, he was a strategist. But his strategy didn't come on a battlefield. Phasma caught herself tipping her head curiously to the side as a smirk drew sharp at the corner of her mouth and her pale eyes lit up briefly. She pulled it all back in an instant, like a flash going off and then disappearing, and was perfectly poised again.
She ignored the bottle of wine - moderation was permissible, excess was not - and gave a light shrug as Krennic mentioned her armor. "I had it plated in chromium," she said casually, "specifically the chromium salvaged from Emperor Palpatine's Naboo yacht. My rifle as well." She tipped her head towards him, "It helps deflect radiation. And," she added, "when the new recruits annoy me, I can make them polish it for me. Only rarely while I'm still wearing it." She paused, looking for something to drink that wasn't alcoholic and finally finding something, then allowed him to find them someplace to sit. "I'm curious, Director, what was it that you did before you began work on the Death Star?"