Dustin carefully lowers the box down, adds it to his mental map of the building, then stands upright with a twist of his back and a groan as he stretches the cold-induced stiffness out.

"I guess," he shrugs. Omega's fond glance at Dart is chased by an anxious one from Dustin; he's mothcat-proofed his food storage, but he'd like to keep track of the animal to make sure she doesn't burrow into a cranny somewhere and surprise him later - the mothcats are quick enough to avoid getting injured if he moves things around them without realizing they're hiding there, so that's not really his primary concern.

Speaking of priorities. "--Don't tell anyone, alright?" Dustin continues abruptly, his tone suddenly harsh. "I really don't need people just, like. Wandering in or whatever. Have too much shit going on to deal with visitors."