Dustin paces a quick, agitated circle, taking a few deep breaths through his mouth to try and bring himself down from his tantrum. This is difficult; he's been pissed about not being able to find his shop for the better part of the storm now, to the point where every minor reminder makes his already frayed nerves snap.

"Yes, from Eorzea" he eventually snarls through his clenched teeth. "I guess I...fuck, okay, fine. Do you have any idea how to get to the shops from here?"