Something about how she asks what the Diner is cues Dustin in that his assumptions might be incorrect. Salem hasn't been here for too long, but he knows it's been long enough to have discovered the Diner - it's the main place where the people food lives, after all, and one of the locations where Dustin's installed another cat flap.

He pauses, narrowing his eyes at the underside of the motor. Then he quickly rolls himself out on his makeshift mechanic's creeper so he can inspect the cat properly.

This definitely isn't Salem.

"...Who the fuck are you?" Dustin asks with an incredulous squint. Quintet's questions can wait, apparently.