[ Danse continues to chow down on his dinner. He might not be a fan of mirelurk anything, but if it is what is on the menu he would rather not go into bed or combat on an empty stomach. And he only stops eating to take a drink of his cold beer, and he looks up from his plate to look at the new purifier with a mouthful of beer and mirelurk cake. ]

Good idea, and if you need any help just let me know. [ Danse jabs at more of the corn/tato mixture on his plate with his fork in an effort to try to tip-toe around his feelings. And her question is met with a blunt. ]

Fine. I have been helping with the security rounds, and so far other than a lone bloat fly nothing has made it into the settlement.