Furiosa has almost no frame of reference from which to interpret the shape of a space vessel. That it's not an old world airplane or any kind of ground vehicle she can tell at a glance, and the other two seem convinced it's a space ship, and that's enough for her at the moment. The snow and ice seem to be heavily laden on it. That's interesting. So much technology and still not enough to resist this weather?

She's already scanning the area around the ship visually when Harley starts to approach the ramp. If it's down, the occupants of this craft must have opened it. Maybe they left to seek better shelter, or maybe they laid a trap.

She moves to a better position from which to watch Harley's back with a small, anxious growl, beckoning Palmer with her, and draws the Glock obediently. "Eyes on for traps," she advises, ostensibly to both of them, although she's more concerned about what Harley might be walking into.

Of course, she wasn't expecting the sword she carries to be made of fire, and for a moment she blinks at the light and makes a quietly impressed face. Could be stealthier, maybe, but that's a nice way to make an entrance.