Dustin hums in agreement, placing a thoughtful hand to his chin.

"To keep the information hidden seems like the obvious answer," he muses. "From us? Unlikely, if the Agrii have methods to immediately implant the relevant information in our heads. From the Agrii themselves, perhaps? Maybe some other alien agent was trying to get them to forget, before they came across the--fucking--"

The teen's train of thought is cut off as he realizes that his hand is now stuck to the shawl over his face. A little bit of twisting and back-and-forth jostling is enough to release it, though not without leaving him very irritated.

"--Bastard. Anyway--the data points. Maybe those weren't anticipated to last as long as they did."