"Hmm. That I believe I can work with," Phasma mused. "I have plenty of troops that can kill, but information is invaluable." At this point, Phasma holstered the blaster, although she didn't move any closer. "In fact, I have an initial job for you that could prove if you are as good as you say. If your information is good, then you will have your ship."
Standing with her feet slightly apart in a military rest position, Phasma continued, "I need records on all the rift arrivals, and what powers they have been observed to possess. I assume that the Naboo delegates have compiled this somewhere. This is something the First Order wants. More about those," he eyes flicked over Gemini, "like you, in fact."