That same directness that made Dustin bristle just a moment ago works now to center him, like the calm words of an adult patiently dealing with a child edging on a tantrum. His hunched shoulders slump, his intense stare shifts into something a little more sheepish, and by the time the Queen pauses in her speech, Dustin has thoroughly shamed himself into submission.

[The 'Wrong Plants,'] he taps in quiet acknowledgement. [I am familiar. The tunneling metal - that's what made the...]

A beat, as Dustin struggles for a good translation. 'Mines' and 'quarries' don't seem like concepts the Barrys would be familiar with.

[...Big holes? The underground tunnels? The ones that are still there, I mean.]