[ Why this comes as a surprise to him, even a mild one, he's not really sure. There's nothing about Arcade's accent that Danse has been able to identify as regional, with his relatively limited experience, and the insignia on the coat doesn't mean anything to him, but he's already met one person claiming to come from the Mojave desert, and that guy certainly looked the part.
With no reason to draw a connection between the two of them except that they both seem as familiar as Danse is with the consequences of the same war-that-never-changes, Danse has found himself idly assuming Arcade is from somewhere closer to his own side of the country, because he's not accustomed to meeting people who aren't. Unless they're transplants from a Western chapter of the Brotherhood, and those usually tend to make the native Easterners uncomfortable enough to avoid. It's awkward. ]
No. I'm from the Capital. [ He'd mentioned the Commonwealth to Len, but his relatively brief and unpleasant sojourn there feels unimportant in this context, even if he is technically from Boston in a way he'd rather not acknowledge. ]
And I've spent enough time junk-picking there to know exactly how rare a find that must have been. I'm astonished you got that lucky, however you managed it.
[ Which is why he feels compelled to help look, but as the only one here with decent eyesight, it occurs to him that he probably ought to be doing a bit more than just shining the flashlight. He continues combing the shorter grass around them. ]
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[ Why this comes as a surprise to him, even a mild one, he's not really sure. There's nothing about Arcade's accent that Danse has been able to identify as regional, with his relatively limited experience, and the insignia on the coat doesn't mean anything to him, but he's already met one person claiming to come from the Mojave desert, and that guy certainly looked the part.
With no reason to draw a connection between the two of them except that they both seem as familiar as Danse is with the consequences of the same war-that-never-changes, Danse has found himself idly assuming Arcade is from somewhere closer to his own side of the country, because he's not accustomed to meeting people who aren't. Unless they're transplants from a Western chapter of the Brotherhood, and those usually tend to make the native Easterners uncomfortable enough to avoid. It's awkward. ]
No. I'm from the Capital. [ He'd mentioned the Commonwealth to Len, but his relatively brief and unpleasant sojourn there feels unimportant in this context, even if he is technically from Boston in a way he'd rather not acknowledge. ]
And I've spent enough time junk-picking there to know exactly how rare a find that must have been. I'm astonished you got that lucky, however you managed it.
[ Which is why he feels compelled to help look, but as the only one here with decent eyesight, it occurs to him that he probably ought to be doing a bit more than just shining the flashlight. He continues combing the shorter grass around them. ]
--Is that them?