Duster stood to the back of the room, keeping himself out of potential harm's way. The Shadows he had seen had been verbally hostile towards him, and with Tazendra he expected that and physical violence. All he had to defend himself and his ally were the Bard Job, the Santa Job, and a lot of hope.

He had remained hidden from view, blocked by Tazendra in her Shadow's line of sight. The conversation was heading towards the unexpected. This Calamity self was rude, unsurprisingly, but the way it spoke of everyone in general was different.

"Easterners? Is that supposed to mean people like us Heroes?"