Furiosa has an ear to the conversation that echoes from within the ship, but she's also looking around, keeping an eye on the ship and its surroundings. There's only a single set of tracks, other than their own. The snow on top of the ship itself doesn't seem disturbed, and the ice creeping over the hull looks too slippery to tread on, so the chances of an attack from above seem minimal.
The boarding ramp, she thinks, looks a little bit bent, as well as icy. She nudges Palmer with an elbow and murmurs, "Hey, Blackthumb." Because that's what you call a mechanic where she's from. "That look broken to you?"
Because if so, the scene all adds up nicely to a downed ship and a frightened passenger, and not a trap. That would be good. She's not quite ready to relax, but the more she sees and hears, the more she thinks the storm is the only danger here, not the ship.
She calls out so the stranger can hear: "How long ago did your Mistress leave? We didn't pass anyone." Hopefully that doesn't mean there's a lone person wandering in the snow lost now...
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The boarding ramp, she thinks, looks a little bit bent, as well as icy. She nudges Palmer with an elbow and murmurs, "Hey, Blackthumb." Because that's what you call a mechanic where she's from. "That look broken to you?"
Because if so, the scene all adds up nicely to a downed ship and a frightened passenger, and not a trap. That would be good. She's not quite ready to relax, but the more she sees and hears, the more she thinks the storm is the only danger here, not the ship.
She calls out so the stranger can hear: "How long ago did your Mistress leave? We didn't pass anyone." Hopefully that doesn't mean there's a lone person wandering in the snow lost now...