The battered white doors of the even more battered looking barn are wide open, and from the looks of the inside he still has quite of work that needs to be done with it. And Danse is still trying to adapt to the Nexus wilds. This place is not like the Wastelands of what was once the United States. There are actual trees that are green, and there has been no worry of deadly radiation storms from The Glowing Sea that doesn't exist here. And fresh non-irradiated water has become one of the best things to drink since his arrival. Oh and apples.

"Yup. I'm pretty sure this place has plenty of shop keepers, so I figured something different would be nice." Danse did the whole merchant thing before, and it never was his true calling. And he knows a place like this doesn't really need an army, so he is opting to etch out a living to the best of his ability.

And he puts his hand to his chin, and as he ponders how to go about allowing people to bring weapons from their own worlds. "I can provide the ammo, but if people need specialized ammo from their own world..." He furrows his brow. "I can see where that might be a problem."