Danse waits for Nora to lead them in the right direction towards the outpost, and he can't help but to smile. "Nope. And lets hope we don't run in to too much trouble on the way." He tries to keep away from the subject of his future as a guardian for Shaun, but he finds himself having a hard time keeping his mind away from it.

This along with his being a synth are one big bombshell in his life, and as he stands at the ready he lifts his large metal hand to rub the back of his power armor. "And lets hope the ferals aren't too far from the outpost. This way we won't have to worry about supplies, or running into anything else on our way there." He continues to try to steer the conversation towards anything about what it takes to be a father.

But Danse's facial expressions seem to want to betray him, as is his attempt to find the back of his neck. Poor very awkward Danse.