Dusty didn't seem to care as the man walked away, she was far too busy getting the sand out of her shoe. Even as he rabbled on about Rad Storms or whatever she just yawned, the tiny waterfall of trapped sand now rejoining the ground. As he walked closer to her she happily flipped him off. Closer he got to her the better a fight would go. Good luck pointing a rifle in a melee range. 

And as he began talking about her dying Dusty quickly, and rudely, cut him off with a wave of that same finger. 

"Yeah yeah whatever old man, don't have a heart attack. Go eat your vitamins or whatever."

Once he was out of sight Dusty, without turning her back to where he had gone, looked back to the EYE Bot. She patted the robot on the side, enjoying the metallic clanking.

"Well, little buddy, how's about's you use that nifty little light of yours to lead me to some chems? If you do we can go about finding a way to patch you up! Hows that sound?"

She decided, that if the EYE bot was to move she would follow it to wherever it lead.