Dustin's expression shifts from suspicion to blithe confusion to sudden, deadpan realization in the span of several seconds. A new arrival, is the eventual conclusion. His interests are slightly piqued at the notion that the Agrii kidnapped someone and dumped them on a ship apparently without the usual data-point-related brainwashing, but that's an assumption, and hardly one that Dustin wants to lead with.

"...Right," he says instead with a long-suffering sigh. One hand goes up in a defensive gesture while the other carefully tries to stuff Cayde's commission into his gathering satchel. The barrel alone is nearly as long as his whole arm, though, so the end result is that the stock and nearly a foot of the barrel remain comically jutting out from the bag in spite of Dustin's best efforts. He pretends to ignore that, poorly.

"You're wasting your time and energy," the boy continues, exasperated. Introductions will have to wait; he doesn't have the patience to try and be civil with someone actively flipping their shit. "The Agrii don't care about what you left behind and freaking out about it won't fix anything. Chill."