Dustin was in awe of the way the crystalline-looking structure began to break down, staring with a gaping jaw before shaking his head to pull himself out of the obvious fanboying.
"Uh, 1986. Jeez, I'd be like, 50 in your time. Probably yelling at aliens to get off my lawn and turn down their stupid music that those whippersnappers these days play too loud, or something." Dustin made a face. "Christ, I hope not."
His smile returned as the barrier fell away. "Hi. Officially. Nice to meet you, Kamala. That's an awesome superhero suit. I hope that's your superhero suit - if that's what people are wearing in the 2020s, I'm gonna shove my foot in my mouth." He had a tendency to jump to conclusions, but it had always served him pretty well. And his embarrassment quotient was pretty low, after having survived middle school as an AV geek with a birth defect who also played Dungeons and Dragons.