Could he? Probably. Dustin makes a face, like he's weighing the pros and cons of introducing himself like a normal person, but doesn't ever actually offer it up. Boba's already working on teaching himself the more efficient way to learn who everyone is; as far as Dustin's concerned, that's much more valuable information to provide.

The sound of his name gets him to nod. It's not the name he grew up with, but he's had it thrown around here enough that he's used to it by now. Leaning back against the other ship, arms folded, Dustin waits for Boba to follow up and is already formulating a response to the implied rest of that conclusion when, suddenly, the kid throws him a curveball.

Dustin blinks at him. Curiosity quickly morphs into suspicion. "...Why do you care?"