Dustin's body language suggests that he's getting ready for a prolonged fight here, and the fact that he doesn't get one leaves him a little...deflated. Not disappointed - he hardly enjoys situations like these - but it does take a few seconds for the adrenaline spike to level out and for his breathing to settle. York isn't antagonized any further as he brushes past, either; simply watched with a wary eye, as Dustin makes sure that he is well and truly on his way out instead of trying to pull something once the android gets behind him.
Not sure what button I pushed, but it got him to leave me alone. I'll take it.
He sits in silence for a few moments longer just to recover and observe. Maybe find an opening for a subtle exit? Interestingly, it's the hen standing near the entrance to the crew quarters that provides the best cover for this.
"Colonel," Dustin answers - either Radley's question or as a greeting to the hen's perturbed cluck or both. "She's Cayde's. Probably stays with his stuff, and I need to drop off this project, so I should..."
Letting that statement finish itself, Dustin sweeps an anxious hand through his hair and, head ducked, tries to shuffle awkwardly past Radley to the judgmental chicken.
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Not sure what button I pushed, but it got him to leave me alone. I'll take it.
He sits in silence for a few moments longer just to recover and observe. Maybe find an opening for a subtle exit? Interestingly, it's the hen standing near the entrance to the crew quarters that provides the best cover for this.
"Colonel," Dustin answers - either Radley's question or as a greeting to the hen's perturbed cluck or both. "She's Cayde's. Probably stays with his stuff, and I need to drop off this project, so I should..."
Letting that statement finish itself, Dustin sweeps an anxious hand through his hair and, head ducked, tries to shuffle awkwardly past Radley to the judgmental chicken.