Dusty yawed again, leaning dramatically against the EYE-Bot as she did so. Acting as if him talking was literally boring her to death. After carrying on her in sarcastic way she finally spoke, her voice dripping in condescending sarcasm. 

"Ohhh yes please old man! Tell me more about the South! And dust! I've never seen fuckin' dust before!"

She looked down at her feet, at the dust and sand she was standing in, and feigned surprise and amazement as she kicked the dirt around. She didn't give a shit about Tribal people or turnips or this dumbass in front of her. 

All she cared about was finding a way to remove the pounding in her head. If only she had some Psycho. That would take care of the itch in her fingertips and the old guy. Oh. She hadn't been listening to him for awhile, oh well. He was probably just flapping his gums like most other old people. 

Dusty hooked her arm around the EYE-Bot, determined to take the thing with her. If not for spare parts and hopefully some caps for chems, it would be nice to have someone to talk to. Even if all the messages were pre-recorded. 

"Anyway!" Dusty said, her voice still condescending. "I'd love to stay and chat, I really would, but I got places to go and people to see! And shit to get!" 

Dusty stayed where she was, however, hoping the man would take the cue and leave.