Boba's terse response is familiar enough that it gets Dustin to openly scoff. He's finally starting to recognize it - that he's talking to someone just as obstinate and paranoid as himself, just in a younger, potentially alien casing. He was there so many relative Earth months ago; in some ways he still is. Idly, Dustin wonders if he's looked this petulant to everyone else.

"I do my best not to, myself," he shrugs. "The problem is, we have a shared goal--not fucking dying. The Agrii want to get rid of the storms, and as long as we're stuck here, we eat the worst of them. It's in our best interest to keep facilities running so we can survive long enough to make them stop."