Dustin halts several feet away from Felwinter, giving the warlord a respectable amount of distance without having to continue to shout at him. His eyes flicker once to the something gripped in Felwinter's hand, but he can't tell what it is from here, and he's in no position to be demanding information anyway. Curiosity is shelved for the moment.

"I need to accompany you to the security tower," he says. "I understand that you spend a lot of time there, and I need the Communications data point. Name your price."

That last bit might come across as a non sequitur, but Dustin figures that Felwinter is already well aware of how he handles favors. There's always a price.