"I want to see one explode," Furiosa says of the weaponized yo-yo, but she doesn't take her eyes from the door despite the chatter.

"If you have any kind of outdoor cl--" She begins to advise the droid, but the crack and grind of ice stops her short. She, too, starts to turn, but then seeing Harley's checking it out, she locks her gaze back on the open doorway again.

"A trap or a distraction," she says through gritted teeth. "I'm on the open doorway; someone else get eyes on the others."

The sound of metal being wrenched open has her on edge, breath rapid, but she's perfectly steady, eyes and gun muzzle trained on the boarding ramp.