Well, Krennic, after all, is one unusually expressive Imperial--a disadvantage in his line of work--and one can hardly hide disgust when faced with something so alien, especially when one has been indoctrinated to distrust and dislike aliens and alien-like beings. He definitely wanted nothing to do with Xevozz, now, and his gloved hand curled into a fist at what the other said next. He doesn't know what the kriff a gnome is, but it could only be an insult, and if there is one thing Krennic wouldn't stand, it was insults to his achievements.

"I don't know what the kriff you're talking about, alien," he spat out, narrowing his eyes at him. "But you are not only insulting me, you are insulting the entirety of the Galactic Empire. We are strong because of technology, not because of...arcane energy or magic or whatever it is you are talking about. You wanted to talk about magic? Look at the Jedi," he hissed, angrily. "They are extinct. Proof that 'magic' could only lead to weakness and extinction."