Well, it's definitely more appropriate for general audiences than the last thing I saw someone paint on the side of a truck here. You might have to turn away some people expecting sermons, if they don't already know you.

[ His tone is wry as he studies the patch in more detail. He's noted the insignia before with some curiosity, thinking of the red crosses he's seen in ruined hospitals and rusting ambulances, and wondering too how deep the religious connotations actually go, but he hasn't been in a position to ask since that first day they'd met.

All he knows about the Followers is what Arcade had mentioned about training medics and "spreading knowledge," whatever that means in practice, and the former is at least a good thing to advertise in Danse's opinion. And maybe the latter isn't so bad either, in a place like this. ]

But we can make that work. There ought to be enough paint if we do this strategically.

[ He sizes up the door and mentally overlays a grid on it, arms folded, before getting back to work on the second coat of beige. ]