Bloatflies! Ugh. Nora hates bloatflies. Those creatures are vile. Spewing their maggots all over the place. Exploding all over the place. Not nice. Avoiding their attention would be preferable. Nora doesn't much fancy spending the next few hours scraping bloatfly ick off of her.

"Right on both accounts. I had seen power armor before - during the war. But never up close. Never saw just how much it could withstand." And synths? She had no idea about synths.

"You can ask me anything you like, Danse." A beat. "As long as you're not planning on selling my story to Piper for a few bottlecaps."