Rather than fear, instead it was blatant interest that lit up the Captain's eyes as she entered the cargo bay, and her lips started to curve into what was almost a smile. "A shapeshifter," she observed, as if the creature hadn't spoken. "You aren't a Clawdite...they can only maintain a humanoid form. A Polydroxol?" Phasma's eyes studied the creature with a detached air, but her interest was still palatable. "No...the skin is all wrong. Fascinating. Now, the trick is, bring you back for study, or.." She shrugged with the blaster not moving even one iota. "Punish you for taking out CN-1348. He was a promising recruit and I don't like having to replace him from scratch."