[Hux has already collected his gloves from another person at the party by the time he comes across the unusual woman with a small (presumably dead) creature in her hand. It draws his attention, one of the more unusual gifts at the party, much like the strange calligraphy set in his pocket.
He approaches, giving the creature a cursory look and the woman some distance. After all, insects could be quite deadly. Something he knew first hand from his own experiences making use of them.
He has an empty jar in his hand, cleaned with the intent of being used for storage, and his other is kept behind his back with his hand in a fist, a gesture more for his own comfort than anything else as he attempts to hold onto any semblance of control in this spiraling world of silence and fear.
Seeing as there is no shortage of jars, after a moment he offers it out to her with a raise of his brow.]
the man - the party
He approaches, giving the creature a cursory look and the woman some distance. After all, insects could be quite deadly. Something he knew first hand from his own experiences making use of them.
He has an empty jar in his hand, cleaned with the intent of being used for storage, and his other is kept behind his back with his hand in a fist, a gesture more for his own comfort than anything else as he attempts to hold onto any semblance of control in this spiraling world of silence and fear.
Seeing as there is no shortage of jars, after a moment he offers it out to her with a raise of his brow.]