Dustin just stares at him for a minute, his jaw noticeably slacked.

"...A hundred...no." This is his limit, apparently. Dustin sets his plate down so he can show appropriate disbelief with his hands, crossing them rapidly in front of himself while he shakes his head. "No no no. I don't care what kind of suspended animation bullshit you have where you're from, that--it was just fuckin' water, man. How--?"

Slowly but surely, Dustin seems to have talked himself back around. He squints with heavily furrowed brows.

"...You're sure that's how long it was?" he asks.