Kinner obeys Furiosa's order, yelling to the support bike, before turning back, gun trained on the Fallen who are tailing them.

"Our first priority," Kinner says between shots, "is getting our butts outta here. We've gotta get the food back to the folks back home. I trust Blaze. She'll be fine. We've gotta handle what we can." He turns to Furiosa. "That big guy...I hope they can handle him. Those varmints are from Blaze's world. She's the only one who knows what the hell we're fighting. All I know is they're pirates and they ain't from these parts."

Kinner's used to human opponents, and he's used to killing. Back at the research station where he worked, there were a handful of former or current military men, himself among them. He doesn't enjoy killing, but he also understands that there are times when it's necessary. The Fallen, whatever their reasons are, won't let them take the food without a fight.

"Maybe we'll find out what they were trying to kill us over once the dust's settled. Awful cunning of them to starve us out. Mean, but effective. They're going through a lot of effort for food they weren't even gonna eat for all we know. Assumin' they even eat."