Dustin gives himself a moment to stare at Lauri-Ell in complete and utter disbelief.

"None of this makes you feel...?" Uncomfortable? Violated? Dustin certainly feels that way, and the more his gaze flickers around to the rest of the table still cheerfully popping drugged candies, the more sick to his stomach he gets.

He can't stand another second of it. Clearly flustered and upset, Dustin spins on his heel and speed-walks out of the building.