Furiosa can't speak for his people and wouldn't presume to try, but she doesn't think the less of him. Neither, she knows, would her people.
She smiles at him when he looks over in surprise, and there's something of mock-innocence in it that might remind him a little of Loki. She knows exactly what she's doing here, but at least he can rest assured she has nothing but his best interests at heart. Nodding, she gives him a little squeeze before letting him go so he can stand. Like him, she has to collect her prosthesis, and she follows him inside comfortably, looking around a little but without judgment. She has no clue what the inside of a house is meant to look like. It could be cluttered, it could be tidy; it's not going to look like her rooms, either way.
Once the message is written and left, she tugs her arm back on, because that's where her PINpoint is buckled. A couple taps of the keys, and suddenly they're in the entrance of the tunnel between the lower garage of the Citadel and the passage to the Nexus.
Immediately, it's warmer, but also much drier. "You might not need that coat," Furiosa tells him. "At least not until after dark."
The lighting is dim, mostly gas lamps at this level, but there's a sound of a generator rumbling away nearby, and some sort of powertools that are being run by it. Furiosa tucks her right hand under Thor's bicep and looks a little excited. It will, she hopes, be fun to show off her people and what they've accomplished.
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She smiles at him when he looks over in surprise, and there's something of mock-innocence in it that might remind him a little of Loki. She knows exactly what she's doing here, but at least he can rest assured she has nothing but his best interests at heart. Nodding, she gives him a little squeeze before letting him go so he can stand. Like him, she has to collect her prosthesis, and she follows him inside comfortably, looking around a little but without judgment. She has no clue what the inside of a house is meant to look like. It could be cluttered, it could be tidy; it's not going to look like her rooms, either way.
Once the message is written and left, she tugs her arm back on, because that's where her PINpoint is buckled. A couple taps of the keys, and suddenly they're in the entrance of the tunnel between the lower garage of the Citadel and the passage to the Nexus.
Immediately, it's warmer, but also much drier. "You might not need that coat," Furiosa tells him. "At least not until after dark."
The lighting is dim, mostly gas lamps at this level, but there's a sound of a generator rumbling away nearby, and some sort of powertools that are being run by it. Furiosa tucks her right hand under Thor's bicep and looks a little excited. It will, she hopes, be fun to show off her people and what they've accomplished.