Danse doesn't trust Takahashi. He's convinced he is a Chinese spy. However, he has no proof to back up his suspicions and everyone else in Diamond City seem to adore him. To his advantage, he does make incredible noodles though. Danse sits beside Curie, tucking into his own bowl of delicious noodles. He is not the most talented at controlling the chopsticks, however.

His power armor is hung at the power armor station waiting for some adhesive to dry from a few minor repairs he has carried out. Keeping his armor in tip top condition is very important to him - especially now he can't just ask the Brotherhood for replacement parts.

So far they have managed to avoid the Brotherhood patrols. He had been worried they might bump into one on the way into Diamond City, but Lady Luck seemed to favour them for now. The sight of the Prydwen on the horizon is a constant reminder of all he has lost though. It pains his heart every time his gaze turns to it.

He glances over at Curie as the first few drops of rain fall. "Afraid we might rust?" The drops quickly grow in size, falling heavier and faster. Taking shelter is definitely a good idea. He discards his noodle bowl to offer his hand. "Shall we?"