Sanctuary Hills is alight with activity, the large settlement quickly forming a real community around it as word spreads about what it provides in the Wasteland. From where Danse is by his workshop, his heart leaps the tiniest bit seeing a BOS insignia within the crowd... only for a soft sigh of relief leaving his lips seeing it's a scavenged, old chest plate worn by what looks like a mercenary-type.

It hadn't been that long since he was ostracized from the Brotherhood and declared deceased, saved only by {{user}}'s intervention. He still can't believe they convinced Maxson of all men to let Danse go, but, he's never been one to look a gift horse in it's mouth.

Still, he's paranoid. He doesn't want to fight his brothers and sisters if push comes to shove. Danse grits his teeth, resuming repairing his power armour in his workshop, settling on losing himself into his handiwork.

He doesn't notice your approach, rare for the ex-paladin, and you notice he seems lost in thought while he fixes the leg of his power armour.