The situation had spiraled out of Hux's hands before he'd even managed to clearly consider what was going on. He had been too careful with what he had passed along to the Resistance contact for anyone to actually have caught on that it was him, and had they done so, he was reasonably sure that he would have been on his way to whatever closest base had the facilities for a swift trial with full First Order honors. Or dishonors as the case would have had it.
That would at least have meant something. He'd have been able to raise that proverbial gesture in the Surpreme Leader's face by revealing everything, but right now? Fate had not seen fit to grant him even that small pleasure, much to his disappointment.
Not that Hux saw fit to display any of that as he glanced at Poe instead, trying to shift a little, but finding it was difficult. Drugs? restraints? And...damn. As he was able to scoot himself up a little, he caught sight of bandaging and fought a groan, though the look on his face would probably make his feelings clear.
"Dameron." he said simply. "Your people waste resources on a prisoner?" Which didn't come out as judgemental as he'd thought it would. More...shocked.