Hux hated the thought of peddling, or anything else he considered beneath his station. But he lacked the name recognition here that would've been helpful. He was able to rise through the ranks quickly on his own merit, so surely he was capable of doing it again--but that didn't make the idea any less frustrating.

He let himself deviate from that thought for acknowledge the revelation about the hotel room, and the need for 'legal' employment.

In another universe, Hux might've berated Ren for not already having a job, because of how much debt he must've been racking up, considering how long he'd been here. But Hux had always been well-off, and had it not been for upbringing and strong work ethic, he might not have had to work much at all.

It was just a shame he didn't have access to the credits he'd earned during his time as general. He never took leave to spend, and Hux was all too aware of how useful that would've been right about now. "It sounds like you're not in a position to afford staying here alone." Neither was he, for that matter.