For whatever it's worth, Furiosa doesn't intend to keep the kit for herself, at least not once the the mission is done. Azwel will certainly get a crack at it once it's turned in to the infirmary.

She's too distracted with her own thoughts to note the way the crow looks at her companions, and they at him, but maybe they'll compare notes later. In the meantime the beacon is their primary concern until the radio crackles.

"A minefield??" Furiosa's incredulous tone will certainly catch her companions' attention if Ghost's hasn't already. "Noise. You--you're going to set off the--"

KABOOM! Furiosa turns toward the explosion, then moves closer to her companions abruptly, watching to see if there will be any kind of rain of debris from this. 400 meters is not quite as far away as she generally likes to be from a minefield, but no one asked her opinion, certainly not the beings that laid the fucking things down.

"...rust," she murmurs in the loud silence that follows, and hopes to V8 that was deliberate.

"I think we need to get moving. How fast can you be with the beacon? I don't know what the smeg they're doing, but Blaze wants us to regroup."