Dustin nods, twisting around to grab his communicator, but doesn't immediately launch into a demonstration; he's got to tie up a few loose ends on his script and be annoyed about data points first.

"It's basically required if you want to get anything productive done around here," the boy grumbles while his fingers dance over his tablet's screen. "At least I've been able to disassemble enough old tech for parts to skip over Engineering, but my hand was kinda forced with Communications. Fucking blows, man. One of these days the Agrii are gonna activate a sleeper program in my brain, I just know it."