Furiosa is alert to her surroundings--less so than the scouts, perhaps, but enough to note the scorch-marks and strange symbols. She is reminded of road gangs like the Buzzards once again, marking their territory. Maybe the writing means something more to Blaze, but she can't ask right now.
There's a lot she doesn't know. She doesn't precisely feel that secrets are being kept from her deliberately, though. Not at this point. More like they're all so focused on survival and the end goal of this mission that there hasn't been a chance to share intel that may or may not be relevant. Furiosa sure as hell has questions. But that's okay; determination to get the answers is just one more factor that will keep her alive.
The snowmobile runs shockingly quiet, and she loves that. It's nice to have a roaring double-V8 Rig under her, but for this kind of work, subtle is better. The steering is nowhere near as responsive as a Rig, though, especially considering the smaller size of this thing compared to her usual. It's the trailer, she thinks. That, and the texture of the snow. It's powdery right where she doesn't want it to be, and full of ice chunks.
She's stowed a couple extra weapons in the cab with her, because that's how she functions. She's even got a rifle, although trying to fire with it while driving is unlikely to result in any notable success. At the moment, though, most of her attention is on the vehicle, learning it fast, testing the way it handles, accelerates, and brakes. On the snow a few yards to her right she can see Kinner fighting his way through the drifts. She glances over and gives a nod, but with the both of them in scarves and goggles it's hard to exchange any kind of expression.
When the order comes to douse the lights, she obeys quietly and without question, letting the speed of the vehicle drop to compensate.
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There's a lot she doesn't know. She doesn't precisely feel that secrets are being kept from her deliberately, though. Not at this point. More like they're all so focused on survival and the end goal of this mission that there hasn't been a chance to share intel that may or may not be relevant. Furiosa sure as hell has questions. But that's okay; determination to get the answers is just one more factor that will keep her alive.
The snowmobile runs shockingly quiet, and she loves that. It's nice to have a roaring double-V8 Rig under her, but for this kind of work, subtle is better. The steering is nowhere near as responsive as a Rig, though, especially considering the smaller size of this thing compared to her usual. It's the trailer, she thinks. That, and the texture of the snow. It's powdery right where she doesn't want it to be, and full of ice chunks.
She's stowed a couple extra weapons in the cab with her, because that's how she functions. She's even got a rifle, although trying to fire with it while driving is unlikely to result in any notable success. At the moment, though, most of her attention is on the vehicle, learning it fast, testing the way it handles, accelerates, and brakes. On the snow a few yards to her right she can see Kinner fighting his way through the drifts. She glances over and gives a nod, but with the both of them in scarves and goggles it's hard to exchange any kind of expression.
When the order comes to douse the lights, she obeys quietly and without question, letting the speed of the vehicle drop to compensate.