Dusty glanced up at the canine. "No, we already have a place." He replied, wondering if he should ditch his manners. Shrugging, he added, "Thanks, anyway." Another whine escaped the mutant, and Dusty's fur spiked with irritation. Whipping his head toward the creature, he snapped, "Shut your bloody mouth before I make you!" When he noticed that the creature winched at the harshness of his voice, Dusty focused his attention back on Robyn. "Do you often come here?" he asked, willing to strike a conversation.