"This place is still so strange to me," Furiosa says. "There's no authority. If there were a vehicle within walking distance of the Citadel, we'd all know about it and who was in it. But there's no one here to manage that, and maybe most of the time there's no need. It'd be nice to know today, though."

Furiosa is silently cursing before they've gone very far. Walking in snow is not like walking on sand. She sinks into it, and then her choices are either to push her leg through it for the next step, or step high to get over it and make stamping, trudging motions. She's going to tire quickly, but no one's going to hear about it. Imperators do not complain.

She laughs softly though, when Harley mentions Captain Kirk. "You know, it's been a long time since I had to listen to anyone else's orders. One of my Mothers must have decided I needed a little humbling."