Hux is really not an angry person so much as a man ruled by his frustrations at times. He has expectations and when they are not met, he either corrects them or seeks out an opportunity to make the situation work to his advantage. He didn't do well when forced to face situations he could neither control or affect a change on and this entire town is one.
After the disaster near the end of the expedition out to see the sound eaters, Hux is certain someone will emerge from the reset room from the trip. If Kilgrave returned from the dead, someone else was likely to as well, and Hux still has questions he needs answers to.
What he isn't expecting is for it to be an animal that emerges from the room. He frowns, taking in the collar and the state of the creature. What use is this to him? Animals can't answer his questions. He's seen the dog lurking around town, but he didn't think much of the animal beyond that it was one. Something to potentially avoid. Now he remembers it plodding along with the group. Is it possible it isn't just an animal? Perhaps some sentient creature that never moved to two legs.
The rain is meant to allow noise, and he takes the opportunity to speak rather than subject his device to the water.
"So. They saw it fit to bring an animal back from the dead." He keeps his voice just loud enough to be audible over the rainfall. He doesn't speak to it directly, but aloud with mild disdain. What a waste of whatever power is involved. He crouches to get a better look at it, but only partially, unwilling to make himself vulnerable to it.
It's raining cats and dogs
After the disaster near the end of the expedition out to see the sound eaters, Hux is certain someone will emerge from the reset room from the trip. If Kilgrave returned from the dead, someone else was likely to as well, and Hux still has questions he needs answers to.
What he isn't expecting is for it to be an animal that emerges from the room. He frowns, taking in the collar and the state of the creature. What use is this to him? Animals can't answer his questions. He's seen the dog lurking around town, but he didn't think much of the animal beyond that it was one. Something to potentially avoid. Now he remembers it plodding along with the group. Is it possible it isn't just an animal? Perhaps some sentient creature that never moved to two legs.
The rain is meant to allow noise, and he takes the opportunity to speak rather than subject his device to the water.
"So. They saw it fit to bring an animal back from the dead." He keeps his voice just loud enough to be audible over the rainfall. He doesn't speak to it directly, but aloud with mild disdain. What a waste of whatever power is involved. He crouches to get a better look at it, but only partially, unwilling to make himself vulnerable to it.
"What did you do to earn that kind of favor?"