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For the first time since encountering the strange man Hux sports a smile, a small one, the corners of his lips barely twitching upward. He will never admit that he feels underachieving for not having a trade at his age, but it comforts him to learn that this man - who, by the graying of his pelt appears older than himself - is still at a mere aspiring level, as well. Through the madness in the smoldering eyes is intelligence that probably surpasses Hux's own. The snowy male feels that perhaps his whole life isn't a complete failure. Not yet.

"I will be soon, too," he answers. "I used to want to be a geologist, but I changed my mind. I'm going for botany and toxicology, too." somehow, Hux didn't take Witchdoctor for a naturalistic individual, but it is never wise to make assumptions. He falls silent, unsure of what else to say, but then he remembers that formal introductions have not been made yet. "Uh, I'm Hux... " He gives his coat a shake, waiting to hear the stranger's name.