Dusty rolled her eyes as the figure droned on and on about dust storms and the south. She had no reason to leave the area, especially since she had yet to find any more of what she was searching for. She zoned out of the mans conversation completely, looking off in the distance and thinking about how great it would be to take a Buffout. It just goes to show how little of a threat the man seemed to be to Dusty. 

She yawned in an over dramatic way, scratching at her arm before speaking. 

"Yeah sure whatever, old man, thanks for the news."

"Also." She growled, an out of place smirk resting on her face, as if the insult game was amusing to her. "If you ever call me little girl again I'll rip out your fucking throat." She put her clenched fist on her hip. 

"Maybe it'll make you sound less shitty!"