Oh, Furiosa does not like this. Trap or not, they're already a small group and letting any one of them get out of the line of sight does not sit well with her. Still, Harley's better equipped than her or Palmer, so if anyone's going to take the risk, she supposes she's the best choice. She's restless, though, and makes a low anxious sound, almost a growl, as the woman heads into darkness.

The flaming sword does have an advantage, though. Even if Harley passes from their field of vision, from the outside of the ship they can see the way the light bounces off the glossy metal walls.

When the sounds of shooting start up, her body jerks as if her instinct is to run toward the commotion, but she manages to control herself in time. Instead, she repositions in the snow and plants a hand on Palmer's shoulder, keeping him partway behind her. "Eyes up," she tells him, half a request, half a command. "Watch the left-hand end of the ship in case there's more coming."

She's not sure there will be, is the thing. She didn't catch what the stranger's voice said, but the terrified inflection was pretty obvious.

Keeping herself between Palmer and the obvious gunfire, she moves toward the doorway, but slowly and quietly. The light of the flaming sword goes out before she reaches the ship, and she goes still, barely breathing, listening for any sounds of conversation that follows, and she hears as Harley makes the attempt at a cease-fire.