[Dustin unconsciously flinches away from Colonel's critical chicken stare. He can't help it - she's just so intense. Her challenge goes unmet, as the boy's gaze flicks sheepishly back to Cayde.]
Your...? [No, not going to fixate on those, they're probably just names for ship models or something. Dustin shakes his head to clear it.] --Maybe. Given enough time and resources, I could probably cobble something together.
[Not a trivial thing to assume, building a spaceship, but they have templates and access to tech well beyond what Dustin could have dreamed of back home, even just in the ruins. He's still trying to figure out what his limits are, given this new influx of material to work with.]
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Your...? [No, not going to fixate on those, they're probably just names for ship models or something. Dustin shakes his head to clear it.] --Maybe. Given enough time and resources, I could probably cobble something together.
[Not a trivial thing to assume, building a spaceship, but they have templates and access to tech well beyond what Dustin could have dreamed of back home, even just in the ruins. He's still trying to figure out what his limits are, given this new influx of material to work with.]