Piper. You're a journalist. Your compass is constantly stuck in shades of morally grey. He wouldn't put thieving passed her.

Danse shifts awkwardly. "I imagine the devastation of nuclear war has reached far and wide. I doubt there is much of the world that hasn't been scorched and scared by war. But... I could be wrong. After all, I've only seen the Commonwealth and the Capital Wasteland..." Possibly. He's not entirely sure whether that part of his life was real or merely a false memory implanted by the Institute.

"Time will tell, I suppose. We shall venture far and wide and find your answers."