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Danse is hanging out at a field in The Wilds of the Nexus near what appears to be an old barn and a large pile of wood. The exiled Brotherhood Paladin has decided to take a break from setting up his home, as he sits down on an old blue chair with a cold nameless beer in his hand. And with the door of the barn wide open, one can see his power armor suit sitting in the yellow power armor station that he managed to bring back from home. But he still has a lot of work, before this place will end up looking like a home.

He is wearing his white t-shirt once again with a pair of beat-up jeans, and his leather jacket is slung over the back of his chair. It was nice to enjoy the potential summer that might end. And maybe that is another question to ask some of the long time Nexus residents.

"I wonder how many of you would be interested in a shooting range along with an instructor." Danse figures before he goes along with his plan it might be best to ask. "I've decided to stay here in the Nexus for personal reasons, and seeing as I need to find work I figured that my military training can be made to be beneficial for some of the people who might need some defense training." He then thinks a little bit more, and he places his beer on a small table that is sitting there besides him. "And I can always take people back to my universe to interact with the wildlife. Erm. Hunt." Because who doesn't want to tangle with a giant deathclaw.

"And I also wonder if this place has seasons."

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The Lone Wanderer adjusted to his change in setting fairly easily as he was used to weird stuff going down around him. And quite honestly, this was probably one of the nicer 'weird things' to happen. The Wilds in particular had greenery, and so in the short time he's been here he spent the good majority of it wandering around here with Dogmeat - who padded beside him sniffing at everything he could.

He doesn't answer the question straight away because he's busy checking out the power armor stationed in the barn. So when he responds he sounds a touch distracted.

"Shootin's a good skill to have, yeah. Don't see why not." He finally allows his gaze to fall on the man, studying his clothes and demeanor as he often did. Roy himself hadn't taken off his Vault 101 suit but he chose to wear his leather tunnel snakes jacket over it. "Nice digs."

The barn looks like it may have came out of The Commonwealth, and perhaps it did by the distraught look of the red paint on the doors and the amount of debris still inside of it. The exiled Paladin has quite a bit of work to do, and he catches sight of a very familiar looking German Shepard. At least he has seen one like it before during his stay at Sanctuary Hills.

And he then looks up to see the familiar looking Vault-Tec jumpsuit, but he has yet to see the Tunnel Snakes logo on the jacket. But he does not look like the Vault Dweller he met at the police station. "Thanks. And I take it you come from a vault somewhere." He doesn't hesitate to note Roy's familiar blue. He knew there were more than just 111 from his time back in the Capital Wastes.

"As for the barn, I'm hoping to have somewhat finished before winter sets in."