Dustin shrugs. "Probably," he says, turning away towards the narrow, overgrown path. Is that a response to whether or not people have died from the storms, or if records exist of other clues people have found? From Dustin's point of view it's both, and he's troubled more than he'd like to admit that he doesn't have a firm answer to either question. He's gotten snippets of intel here or there from the people he's talked to and old network logs, and he'd probably get even more if he'd made a concerted effort to try and organize some kind of info-gathering session among the people that have been here the longest, but...that would require dealing with people. And dealing with people sucks.

Case in point, Radley's persistence is starting to irritate him. "You and everyone else," Dustin huffs, starting off down the trail. He's not too concerned if Radley follows him. "Do you even have a plan for what you'd do with that information? Or do you think you're competent enough to figure it out when you see it, where everyone else has failed?"