War Boys show friendliness one of three ways: working, sparring, or sharing rotgut. Sparring is right out--Furiosa has told them in no uncertain terms to keep their hands to themselves, because she doesn't want to have to give them the pep talk that would be necessary after they get their butts handed to them. Asgardians are stronger. They're just going to be stronger, and she doesn't want any War Boy testing that premise. And they don't have rotgut with them, so they will be making friends by offering physical labor. Spanner's a trained Blackthumb. If someone lets him at an engine, he'll probably be a good bridge, able to explain mechanical issues in layman's terms that can then be re-translated by the Asgardians themselves into terminology that makes sense based on the higher tech they're used to. Crux's skills are highly social, and he's big and strong, but with a tendency to gentleness not often seen amongst the War Boys. Given plants, animals, or children to tend, he'll shine in his own way. It's possible they'll both have may friends by the end of the day.
Furiosa already has a friend, and she's worried about him. She's also really good at being tactful with wounded warriors. They do not, as a rule, want pity or coddling. If you can avoid acknowledging weakness in them completely, it's good to do so. She's the same way. She was a holy terror in the weeks after the Road War, when her lung was healing up. She almost died of fever twice, but she was ready to break the nose of just about anyone who offered her tender concern. It's stupid, really; she knows it's stupid, to have to bend over backwards to preserve a person's ego in addition to their body. But that's the price of having a warrior culture.
"I brought a couple War Boys," she tells him, "and a few little gifts. If there are things your people actually need, we can work out some trades to suit everyone later. We don't have any ocean near us. This is really pretty shine, out here."
She doesn't wait for an invitation to come closer, wandering across the grass with easy, casual steps. "Left them out by the grocery, though. I heard about--I know you've seen some bad shit."
Understatement of the century, there. "I didn't come to ask you to talk about it, so don't worry. I figured I'd just sit with you for a while, if that's all right."
Pause. "And hey, we match now, so if you need any suggestions for shoulder exercises, I have 'em."
Coming up to him, she sits easily on the ground nearby and offers her left hand in a fist bump.
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Furiosa already has a friend, and she's worried about him. She's also really good at being tactful with wounded warriors. They do not, as a rule, want pity or coddling. If you can avoid acknowledging weakness in them completely, it's good to do so. She's the same way. She was a holy terror in the weeks after the Road War, when her lung was healing up. She almost died of fever twice, but she was ready to break the nose of just about anyone who offered her tender concern. It's stupid, really; she knows it's stupid, to have to bend over backwards to preserve a person's ego in addition to their body. But that's the price of having a warrior culture.
"I brought a couple War Boys," she tells him, "and a few little gifts. If there are things your people actually need, we can work out some trades to suit everyone later. We don't have any ocean near us. This is really pretty shine, out here."
She doesn't wait for an invitation to come closer, wandering across the grass with easy, casual steps. "Left them out by the grocery, though. I heard about--I know you've seen some bad shit."
Understatement of the century, there. "I didn't come to ask you to talk about it, so don't worry. I figured I'd just sit with you for a while, if that's all right."
Pause. "And hey, we match now, so if you need any suggestions for shoulder exercises, I have 'em."
Coming up to him, she sits easily on the ground nearby and offers her left hand in a fist bump.