[Dustin doesn't answer immediately, nor does he look especially excited to be here. Too busy internalizing the interior of this place. Standard bar setup, large windows into the central lake - structurally dubious, but not nearly as much as the mattress-covered hole he noticed on the way over. His memory of the Tower's structure suggests that it should open up the side wall, but...huh. Dustin raises an eyebrow at the dartboard, then decides not to comment on it and slinks his way to the bar, towards the side furthest away from Colonel.]
Yeah, yeah. [He gives his coat one last brush off with his gloved hands before clambering onto a stool.] I'm late, weather fucking blows. Is the ramen ready?
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Yeah, yeah. [He gives his coat one last brush off with his gloved hands before clambering onto a stool.] I'm late, weather fucking blows. Is the ramen ready?