"She must have known this was going to be a harsh winter," Furiosa says. "She was asking people what would be important to them, to survive. A hint, maybe."

One Furiosa, herself, didn't pick up on. But then she has a better excuse than some. She immediately applied the question to her experiences back home, in the desert. And she certainly never expected to get stuck in the Nexus.

Well, anyone who survives will get the opportunity to apply the lessons in the coming year.

She looks over at Harley as she makes her tribute, and finds herself touched. Whether Hazel will be aware or not, it's a respectful thought. And Furiosa herself has nothing to give (she's pretty sure ammo casings are of no interest to Autumn), but she does a Vuvalini salute, clasping her hand to her chest and closing her eyes for a moment. A brief moment, because as much as it's important to respect Spirits, she doesn't want to be so respectful their enemies sneak up on them.

She hops out of the cab of the transport to help with loading, but she's careful not to stray more than a running step and a quick hop from the driver's seat. She'll help, to make it all as fast as possible, but she's not willing to risk losing the transport, or getting caught out too far away from it to start it running and go.

"Kinner. If you want to take shotgun on the way back, I won't complain," she says quietly in passing. "Tricky to drive and shoot at the same time."