[ Danse isn't subtle. Being ex-Brotherhood - per Arcade - definitely lends itself to the kind of strategy that generally involves kicking a door in, guns ablaze and akimbo. He's been watching them intermittently for the last couple of weeks, lurking over by his orange truck, always conveniently parked within ten to twenty yards of them. Once or twice is to be expected with the proximity and number of people around, but regularly becomes a pattern of behavior.
In the fading light of dusk he'll observe from afar Len as he dismantles and cleans his gun, as Arcade reads. After a certain point he seems to give up on the attempts at stealth altogether, dead-eyeing them with a bottle of something in hand as if waiting for a sign that either of them are about to start engaging in human experimentation.
Running into him comes as no real shock, then. After all his friendly talk, it's pretty noticeable when a guy is simultaneously avoiding you and also trying to track your movements. ]
That's a surprise. [ Len lies pleasantly, huffing a laugh. ] You've been keepin' a pretty close eye on me, these last weeks.
:)
In the fading light of dusk he'll observe from afar Len as he dismantles and cleans his gun, as Arcade reads. After a certain point he seems to give up on the attempts at stealth altogether, dead-eyeing them with a bottle of something in hand as if waiting for a sign that either of them are about to start engaging in human experimentation.
Running into him comes as no real shock, then. After all his friendly talk, it's pretty noticeable when a guy is simultaneously avoiding you and also trying to track your movements. ]
That's a surprise. [ Len lies pleasantly, huffing a laugh. ] You've been keepin' a pretty close eye on me, these last weeks.