Looking out for Vertibirds has become second nature to Nora. She's constantly listening, looking, making sure Danse is safe. She used to love seeing them in the sky, now she has a constant ball of dread in the pit of her stomach.

She sucks in a breath, still trying to figure out the best way to put her question into words without upsetting Danse. Maybe she shouldn't have said anything.

"So, I'm sure you've met Shaun - the uh, the synth copy of Shaun - back at Sanctuary. Well, he's a synth and um... you're a synth. So I was wondering... if - when - something happens to me... will you take care of him for me?"