Furiosa blinks at Ghost, briefly quizzical, but then dismisses the fact that she's never seen anything quite like him before as irrelevant to the current discussion. She'll ask questions in the Spring if she lives that long.

"That's right," she says, and then smirks faintly at Blaze's enthusiasm. "If you like terrible surprised, bad odds, and being shot at with minimal cover to shoot back from, it was great."

She didn't enjoy it. She's good at fighting, but she really only enjoys a battle if she's on a vehicle. "I'm not sure I'd call it a good look, given how they clung to shadows, and how poor the visibility was, but I can tell you they had knives and rifles, possibly smaller sidearms. They were different sizes; some were about human-sized, a couple were significantly bigger."

She falls quiet for a moment, then says, "The tactics didn't make a lot of sense to me. If they have any hierarchy, it looked pretty rudimentary. Closer to an animal pack than a military unit, I would say. And that's been bothering me."

She folds her arms, foreshortened limb tucking under the full right arm. "With better tactics, they could have had us, if they'd wanted. They were already on the ship by the time we noticed them, so they must have a good sense of stealth in the snow. They could have surrounded it and picked us off one by one, and the fact that they didn't means either they weren't as interested in killing us as they seemed to be, or they're not as bright as they want us to think."

"That's just my take. Harley has a good head on her shoulders and she was closer, so you might want to ask what she thinks. But whoever or whatever they are, I don't understand their behavior."

"Bucklers might be worth the time to build them. I'm not sure what they were firing at us, but I'm sure I'd love to not get hit with it."