[Normally Dustin would shy away from such blatant appreciation of his abilities, but he's only half paying attention to what Cayde is saying at the moment, too interested in his analysis of the schematics to care about much else. All he does is nod, absently, then lets his chin rest on one hand while he pensively scratches at the patchy fuzz growing on his cheek.]

No, I mean--the cosmetics are mostly arbitrary, given its propulsion methods. It's the mechanics of it that...fuck, man. [Dustin glances back up at Cayde, his eyes glittering.] You don't understand. We don't have shit like this where I'm from, and it's not like it's locked behind a transuniveral material or energy requirement, this is--this is replicable. I could change everything!