Oh, hey, she picked a good mechanic to call dibs on! Furiosa flashes a sharp grin at Palmer. "We don't get snow in the Wasteland, but I'd like to see your sketches."

She raises an eyebrow at Lawrence, because when a woman tells you to write shit down, it's her personal feeling that you should be doing it. But she's also not in charge at this table, per se, so she won't interfere.

"Furiosa," she tells the woman with a little nod and a reserved smile. "We'll see what we can do."

"Sounds like you're with me, Jim Palmer," she tells him. "Can you fight, if you have to, or do you need me to cover your six?"