[ The food in the Prydwen mess wasn't much better, nor the food back in The Capital Wastes. And his eyes dart over towards the box of Fancy Lads, and a smile forms at the edge of his mouth as he continues to eat. He stops for just a moment, and he leans back in his chair. ]

I won't. I'll put those up at my guard post for later. [ He doesn't want to ruin his dinner no matter how gross it is. ] There is not much more for me here, and I'm just doing what I know best.

[ Soldiering. And he is still not sure if his life as a merchant was truly his, or if it was just a fabricated lie from The Institute. And it allows him the time he needs to be with his own demons. But Danse isn't going to let Nora worry too much about him. ]

And besides, I like getting any chance I get to crush some mutant skulls with my bare hands.