Ah - less how and more why, then. Dustin has plenty of speculative answers for that question, too, and he's opening his mouth to give them, when Boba provides his input first. He takes a breath and then lapses into pensive silence, his brow furrowing.

A mistake. Dustin doesn't like the sound of that. If the Kaminoans had kept their pool of clones relatively homogenous, and Boba was taught that any deviation from that pool was a Problem, even if Omega's mutations were given deliberately then he might not see them that way. Less of a child's curiosity and more finding a loose end to be cut.

"...I'm going to tell her that you're looking for her," Dustin murmurs slowly, reaching for his satchel and the communicator inside it. "Then she can arrange where you'll meet, if she wants to."