Dust indeed was moving under the handler's help. She really thought she was going to be sick. She hated it when they forced her to kill. She much preferred to just stay sand so they couldn't hurt her and let the timers run out. But with the blood loss she was suffering, she knew that she couldn't do that this time. If she passed out as sand, she'd reform, and then she'd have been a sitting duck.
She was surprised when she was led back to the block that there was a man there, and frowned. She'd seen him around before, but she didn't know him. She was pretty sure he was another mutant, though, not an owner.