Phasma snorted with derision at the appellate term. Metahuman. The ego. "I know each of my troops not just by name, but by mannerism, skills, reactions. There is no substitute for learning such, as a leader." It was said flatly, indicating it should have been obvious. She regretted the loss of CN-1348, but that would be dealt with later.
"Would it disappoint you?" Phasma raised one eyebrow. "That doesn't discourage me. If I am to know more about you, I must see how you react to being shot, when you are angry, and any large number of reactions therein." Of course, Phasma would dislike damaging the ship too much, or the cargo. Nothing in it was too precious, and she would handle it, but it remained a factor. "An angry Rathtar...they are rather large for this space." Her eyes gleamed as they took in the small hold. Could this creature increase her size then, disproportionate to her mass? Did she exhibit the secondary characteristics? This was fascinating. "I think I might like to see that," Phasma admitted, her tone nearing....eagerness? "But before I shoot you and test that out, tell me, are you unique? Or are there more like you....an entire race, perhaps?"