"I love this thing," Nora told Piper, snatching the press cap right off of her head as they relaxed on Nora's old couch. Piper watched incredulously with an eyebrow raised as Nora put it on her own cranium.
"Uh… Why?" Piper questioned, running her fingers through her hair. It was a foreign feeling, to not have her hat on her head.
"It's just so cool. I've never seen another one like it," Nora enthused, seeming to be totally enamored with the hat.
"Okay… I'm glad you like it."
"Watch this!" Nora exclaimed gleefully. Piper stared as Nora arranged her expression in a smirking, half-lidded look. "Hey, innocent-vault-dweller-I-just-met. I'm Piper Wright and I like to poke things- and people- with a stick," Nora spoke in a poor attempt to imitate the reporter.
Piper rolled her eyes with a small grin and grabbed ahold of the bill of the cap, pulling it over the vault-dweller's eyes.
"Careful. Danse is likely to think you're some kind of synth copy left over from the Institute."
"Well, sorry. But it's not every day that I get to wear the Piper Wright headdress," Nora said, peering over at Piper from under the hat. It was nearly laughable, seeing Nora with the hat covering her brow and her face angled up so Piper could barely see her eyes under it.
"It's sorta creepy just how much you like that thing."
"Oh, don't worry, it's not just yours. I love MacCready's hat and Danse's hood, too," Nora admitted, fixing the press cap on her head so that she could look at Piper without craning her head in an uncomfortable position.
"And she's got some kind of a hat fetish," Piper quipped, a bit of a grin on her face as she gestured at Nora.
"Hardy, har. You are hilarious. But seriously. I want one of these."
"Well, I don't know where you're gonna get one," Piper told her, shrugging her shoulders as she pushed her back further into the seat.
"Where'd you get yours?" Nora suddenly inquired, looking very interested. Piper couldn't help but admit that the hat really did somehow compliment Nora's seriousness. Of course, it was likely one of those Nora things. She managed to make a lot of styles look good. Her face was like that.
"I found it," Piper stated simply, smirking at Nora's slightly exasperated expression.
"Yeah. But where?" Nora huffed.
"It was a long time ago. In a dumpster behind some Prewar clothes joint," Piper recounted. "I liked it, so I dusted it off and put it on my head."
"Where was the clothes joint?"
"Well, actually it wasn't too far from Diamond City."
"Let's go," Nora told her, immediately rising from her spot on the couch.
"Now?" Piper questioned, her eyes wide as she started getting up. She could hardly believe that Nora wanted to go investigate immediately.
"Yeah. We gotta get a head start if we're making it before nightfall," Nora grinned down at the reporter, reaching for her hand and pulling her up. With the force of the tug, Piper hopped up on her feet.
"Okay, but there's one problem," Piper said, raising an eyebrow. Nora stopped and stared at her, seeming completely confused and surprised.
"What?"
"You're wearing my hat."
"Oh! Sorry…"