Nora still isn't entirely sure how she managed to convince Maxson to spare Danse. After all, she's nothing special. It would be no big loss to the Brotherhood if she wasn't a part of it's ranks, yet the risk of losing her had been enough to make Maxson listen to her.

"Haylen, the others and I will whip those kids into shape, don't you worry about that."

She pushes herself to her feet, brushing herself off, glad that Danse is the one carrying the new supplies. "Overrun by ferals I can handle - impatient settlers is way beyond my pay grade," she jokes.