Dustin proved that he was less-than-brilliant with on the fly identity coverage by actually answering, though. "Dustin," he answered. He was caught somewhere between chagrined irritation and confused interest when Edward shook his hand and offerered pointers. Pointers? He'd saved people! Maybe it hadn't been SMOOTH but he didn't have fire-proof powers, so it hadn't been that bad. What did this guy know?
Unless. . .
Dustin blinked as Edward went on, starting to catch on. "Uh, yeah, it's just clothes, and a mask I bought. . . you know someone? Do they. . . make things for you?" he asked cautiously. He wondered which super the older man was. If he WAS one and wasn't just full of it.
Dustin wondered if it was rude to ask for proof-of-powers. He wasn't sure he cared if it was, anyway. He wanted to see, if Edward was really. . . enhanced, like he was.