Inscrutable as always. Giving his arms one last apprehensive scrub, Dustin shuffles behind Felwinter and grabs on, the flickering Ghost in his helmet seeming more animated than earlier. He's tempted to ask their name. Cayde's had a name. Cayde didn't keep Sundance in a little glass fishbowl on the back of his head, though, so maybe their circumstances and relationship are a bit different.

Maybe later. Right now, Dustin just holds on tight and braces himself for the inevitable lurch.