Dustin notices the subtle increase of light and flickering shadow in his periphery before he hears Wilson's offer to switch. Near-inverted already, he cranes his neck to get a better look at this nightmare abomination - not only to see what he's offering him for swap, but also to confirm Wilson's facial expression. It sounds like he doesn't recognize the company name. Which, considering its nearly 50-year status as a global monopoly on medicine, would suggest that either Wilson has been living under a rock or he's from a different planet. Both could still be true.

Like a reflex, Dustin starts mentally counting to five, timing his breathing with it. His chest heaves with the effort, but he is, slowly, starting to calm down.

"Diamond Pharmaceuticals," he repeats on an exhale. "They did the experiments."

Warily glancing at the offered torch, Dustin does not relinquish the lighter or close it. Instead, he opens his other hand and twists his wrist in Wilson's direction, which is as much movement as he can manage right now.

"You first."