Dustin nods again, looking marginally less flustered this time. Getting him to think about the root cause of his spotty memory does help pull him away from the persistent, flustered anger he's been operating at so far.

"Deliberately, I'm pretty sure," he asserts. "And not just me, it's--hmm."

A hand goes to his chin, pensive.

"That, ah..." The other hand waves in a circle next to his head, trying to conjure the most concise, Dustin-like way to say this. "...Magic bullshit you do. You know what I'm talking about, right? Can you do any of that here?"