Dust was sitting in his cell quietly, just leaning back with the hood of his blue jacket pulled up, the fabric of his scarf over the bottom half of his face. Dust's sockets were closed, just enjoying the brief and rare moment of piece he had. Dust suddenly jolts, scoffing quietly as he hears a ruckus coming from the mess hall. He grunts quietly, forcing himself up with a small huff- his eyelights dim as he bitterly makes his way down the secured hallway, deciding to check out what was getting all the other prisoners all worked up.