That's certainly enough distraction for Danse, anyway, who arches an eyebrow almost to his hairline as he heads for the shelves lining one side of the garage. It's kind of a truth universally acknowledged that any opinion Danse might hold on anyone else's trustworthiness or lack thereof, Deacon would have good reason to think precisely the opposite. Their standards could hardly be more diametrically opposed.
But then, Danse supposes that would still make his own opinion a pretty good bellwether, if Deacon just takes the extra step of filing away whatever he says and then assuming the converse of it. It's probably what Danse would do himself, if he had any talent for reverse psychology. He'll allow it.
Though it would have been a much easier question to answer a few weeks ago, and now he no longer knows exactly what to think. He considers it, as quietly and non-echoingly as he possibly can (inasmuch as he has any control over that) while he pulls the chain from a drawer and begins to loop it around his arm.
"I don't think anyone's demonstrated an inclination to be a threat to general security." This is a decidedly recent development in his view of the situation. "So far, there's been an encouraging level of cooperation." He doesn't know about the guy who got his finger chopped off.
"I'd say our fellow captives seem to have a fairly varied and useful range of skill sets, though entirely too many of them are underage for my comfort. I suppose it's probably for the best in that case that alcoholic spirits have been somewhat difficult to come by, and if any of them are brewing their own, I don't know about it. But there is a bar, and people try to keep it stocked with what we find in our travels. I'm doing my best not to monopolize the whiskey."
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That's certainly enough distraction for Danse, anyway, who arches an eyebrow almost to his hairline as he heads for the shelves lining one side of the garage. It's kind of a truth universally acknowledged that any opinion Danse might hold on anyone else's trustworthiness or lack thereof, Deacon would have good reason to think precisely the opposite. Their standards could hardly be more diametrically opposed.
But then, Danse supposes that would still make his own opinion a pretty good bellwether, if Deacon just takes the extra step of filing away whatever he says and then assuming the converse of it. It's probably what Danse would do himself, if he had any talent for reverse psychology. He'll allow it.
Though it would have been a much easier question to answer a few weeks ago, and now he no longer knows exactly what to think. He considers it, as quietly and non-echoingly as he possibly can (inasmuch as he has any control over that) while he pulls the chain from a drawer and begins to loop it around his arm.
"I don't think anyone's demonstrated an inclination to be a threat to general security." This is a decidedly recent development in his view of the situation. "So far, there's been an encouraging level of cooperation." He doesn't know about the guy who got his finger chopped off.
"I'd say our fellow captives seem to have a fairly varied and useful range of skill sets, though entirely too many of them are underage for my comfort. I suppose it's probably for the best in that case that alcoholic spirits have been somewhat difficult to come by, and if any of them are brewing their own, I don't know about it. But there is a bar, and people try to keep it stocked with what we find in our travels. I'm doing my best not to monopolize the whiskey."