Frisk accepts the canteen in her hands and smiles a her. "Thank you." She goes to remove the cap off before taking a few sips. The child let out a content sigh before handing it back to the Furiosa.

"My mom, definitely," she answered. "She would want to make sure I'm with a friend by my side or in safe, public places. Like the school. But I did not have the phone with me when I first woke up." Her pockets were empty on gold, if it could be accepted as currency in this place. Luck with taxis, buses, or payphones would be slim.