The bloatflies are busy just buzzing around a fallen brahmin, and so long as they don't get shot at they or if the two don't wander too close all will be will. And even with Danse's armor he still has to deal with acid getting into the crevices of his armor.

"Thanks. And no, I have no plans on selling anything you tell me I'm not MacCready. I was just wondering what you did prior to the war." Danse is curious, and he wants to try and work on his conversation skills a bit more. He never forgot how Piper told him she wasn't surprised to learn he was a synth, and that how he spoke was a telltale sign of his lack of humanity.

And as they continue, further into the woods that consist of burnt maple and elm trees, and the sound of the cicadas grows louder as the sun fills the sky. It is turning out to be a nice day, with nothing more than a few wispy clouds in the blue sky. And while there is no true seasons anymore all thanks to the war, summer still is there and Danse can feel it in his suit. And eventually he pops off his helmet once he is sure they're going in the right direction.