She stares back just as hard as he does, this threw him for a bit of a loop. She stared with such nonchalance, a plain look of just nothing. How was he supposed to be intimidating and showing his power if she was throwing him off. He chooses instead to look out the dirty window down to the commonwealth, taking back his control.
"I care about them, you know." He says softly.
He turns back towards her. "The people of the Commonwealth."
Her face softens, eyes becoming a bit brighter. He feels calmer, more at easy.
"I can see that." She says smoothly, her voice a bit high, matching her small stature, eyes only meeting his chest. "They're playing with fire and we need to… save them." She wavers on her sentence, as if she didn't believe what she was saying herself.
"Exactly!" He says, leaning one hand on to the guard rail. "I just hope we're here in time." He allows himself another look over the Commonwealth, before he remembers, this is business.
He stands straight again, hands connecting behind his back. "I refuse to allow the mistakes of the past to be repeated."
She smiles gently. "Don't worry, I'm convinced." in his head all he can hear is, thank God.. but why, it's not like they were in dire need of recruits.
"Paladin Danses reports were quite clear regarding your feelings toward the Brotherhood then he concludes that you'd be an asset to us." He looks to the Paladin standing tall and proud behind her. "Seeing as he's one of my most respected field officers you couldn't get a better recommendation."
He takes a few paces towards her stopping just short of being toe to toe.
"Therefore, from this moment forward I'm granting you the rank of Knight, and befitting your title we're granting you a suit of Power Armor, to protect you on the field of battle. Wear it with pride."
Her eyes light up at the mention of Power Armor, and she gives a slight dip of her head. "I'll do my best to live up to it."
"I'm certain that you will. In any event once you're finished become familiar with the Prydwen and my staff, report to the flight deck for new orders."
He gives a salute and holds it. "Welcome aboard the Prydwen, Soldier. Make us proud."
She fiddles with her arms for a second before sloppily returning the salute, Danse holding a well formed trained one behind her.
They both turn on heel, Maxson watches her leave, his heart squeezes tighter with every step she takes, walking away. When both were out of sight his hand wrapped around the rails tightly, leaning heavily. What was she doing to him?