[ Danse stands like a military boy, and it's very possible that he was. Plenty of former NCR Rangers wander the wasteland, not even taking into consideration that there are sparse pockets of the Brotherhood, camps of the Legion scattered across the desert. He can only imagine how many other region specific groups there are on the east coast. ]
Oh, that I can do pro bono.
[ He quips, feeling audacious enough to wink mischievously at him. With all of this abundant free time, there's no sense in letting some poor, handsome bastard suffer, especially when they all need to have working vehicles to keep pace out here.
Len jerks his chin toward the flat tire and the small pile of tools Danse had been using. ]
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Oh, that I can do pro bono.
[ He quips, feeling audacious enough to wink mischievously at him. With all of this abundant free time, there's no sense in letting some poor, handsome bastard suffer, especially when they all need to have working vehicles to keep pace out here.
Len jerks his chin toward the flat tire and the small pile of tools Danse had been using. ]
You get the lug nuts off yet?