Furiosa hates sleeping in this place. Too many variables, people she doesn't know and doesn't trust, and if she had the Sisters or her crew around, she could snuggle up back to back with one and rest that way, but not so much here.

There are one or two people she'll bunk with for security if the opportunity arises, but it's not the same. She sleeps light. So, she's really not that upset when the interruption comes, twitching awake with a sputtered swear that is directed at no one in particular. And she comes over slowly to see what the stranger is on about, metal arm hanging loose over her shoulder.

"Equipment." She repeats thoughtfully. "You're going out on foot? You're going to need to go armed."