Dustin visibly slumps when Tommy reappears back behind the counter. His brain is still spinning, but the more distance there is between himself and Tommy the better. More importantly, the more times he sees him travel, the more data Dustin has to calculate just how fast this guy is moving. He's already ballparking a few estimates in his head. Tommy can probably move faster if pressed, but this is a start.

"Right - relax," Dustin grumbles. "Easy for you to fuckin' say, 'fastest guy around.'" He emphasizes with finger quotes, scowling. Has an ego. Could use that? No, don't kid yourself, stroking someone else's ego is beneath you. "Maybe I'll relax, too, after I'm stuck here for three years."

A beat. Dustin seems briefly distracted, although he's still, pointedly, not going for that glass of water.

"...Goddamn, three years?" he murmurs, raising an eyebrow. "How many others?"