Speedster. Dustin packs that term away for later, along with Tommy's assessment of himself and his role here. His rational for revealing his abilities upfront is, admittedly, a sound one. If Dustin has powers like that, he figured he would find it tiresome, too, to have to explain his abilities to people so they would shut up, stop panicking, and let him help them. But it's not just the people Tommy wants to help that will know what to expect - it's the people that want to do him harm, too. People like this Quentin guy.

Or people that want to use him for everything he's got. Dustin's expression sours, but he shakes his head to clear it. Stow your morals, they're not important right now.

"Is it?" he asks instead. Dustin absently rolls up his sweater sleeves to the elbows, finding that the lack of summer breeze in the diner is making it a little too stuffy for him to tolerate. Out from hiding under several layers of shirts, his forearms are rail thin. "Dangerous enough to stay on guard like that, I mean."

The storms. He'd heard about the concept of them from the Agrii's data point, but they didn't provide more details other than the fact that they're bad news. Dustin doesn't mention them to Tommy, however; he wants to know if someone who's been here for three years has other priorities than the Agrii thought they would have.