"I think we all do," Dustin mutters, aggressively rubbing some of the surrounding warmth into his arms. A longing glance is cast at his coat, but...well, the turtle definitely still needs it more than him, since if he took it back now then he'd just be stranded here until someone came back with more clothes.

I guess I can fix that. Dustin frowns and rips his gaze away towards one of the far walls. Not like I could be working on anything else more productive than fetching clothes for new people. Annoying. This is what I get for being helpful.

At least his pouting doesn't keep him from continuing to answer questions. "Not very," Dustin replies in a huff. "Working on it. Progress is...slow. Fucking snow bullshit."