"Scan it?" She eyes Ghost thoughtfully, then nods. Technology might as well be magic, as far as she's concerned, once it hits a certain level. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Can you hold a spirit down?" Furiosa smirks. "I'm hoping it won't come to that. Bad weather is bad weather; my people are equipped for most of what our climate can throw at us, but this? This would kill a lot of them."

It would be invasive and unexpected to a degree she's not sure she can convey. And she's really hoping it's not happening in the Wasteland. What's going on here, in the Nexus, feels less personal. It's not really her territory. Just a place she's used to, where she's willing to help.

Her eyes light up at the rifle she's given. It's perfect; sturdy-looking, heavy without being clunky, and she immediately starts looking it over, careful but eager. "Shoots bullets, or something else? I love it."

With a decent scope, she's likely to be capable of sniper-distance shots. Should that be necessary.