At first Maple assumed that the military frequency AF95 had been picked up by her Pipboy by mistake, but over time when the chatter was unchanging – Codsworth and herself came to the consensus that the group of soldiers had been abandoned, and this message was a generalized cry for assistance. Attracted by the scent of blood from the Brotherhood’s fallen comrades and their weakened defenses, a myriad of feral ghouls stood, like a fleshy tide of hollow husks, waiting to swallow the Cambridge Police Station whole.
Danse did not care for outside assistance. Civilians at best were untrustworthy, and lack of contact with the Brotherhood left his company desperate and vulnerable to raider attacks. Their low provisions were making them weak, and the trickle of assaults had reduced them to a constant state of fatigue.
Knight Rhys might have been the only one vocal about his distrust in the newly arrived guest, but he certainly wasn’t alone in his caution. Danse perceived her abilities in the battlefield to be concerning rather than impressive. One lonely civilian, reducing scores of ghouls to waste with the aid of her autonomous Mr. Handy. It did not sit well with him.
Their tour to the Arcjet Systems did not help to foster much faith in her either…
It would take him some time to reach the resolve that she had activated the engine core over his head simply by accident, rather than it being an attempt on his life. It would take the Paladin longer to realize that she was one of the few he could trust his life with.