Having migrated to the back end of the motorcycle, Dustin has to stand up to read Celty's next message. His inspection of the bike is inconclusive; Shooter could be in pristine condition because Celty knows how to take care of him well, but it could also be, you know. Fairy bullshit. A topic for later, he decides. There's something more important nagging at his mind right now.

"No problem - I've got one for you," Dustin says. Some of that earlier intensity returns to his gaze, but it's a bit different--narrower. Trying to fit Celty into the puzzle pieces he has from his world, even though he's pretty sure that won't work. "Your powers, with the smoke. How much do you understand about them?"