Hey. He should try laying in a pile of ghoul corpses and goo when he hasn't got power armor to protect him from the rot - oh, the stench is going to linger. At least the rotting pile of flesh saved Nora from injuring herself to severely. She'll have a few bruises in the morning, but nothing she can't handle.

"Ugh. Yeah. I'm good. Nothing a shower won't fix." She grabs hold of his offered hand, yanking herself up onto her feet. It never ceases to amaze her just how much the metal hand of his power armor dwarfs her small, delicate hand.

"Save the rad away for later. We still gotta finish clearing this place out and I reckon I'm going to suck down a few more rads before we're done."