"Roger that!" Military language. Kinner's thinking like a soldier in the field, and Furiosa's his commanding officer. He trusts her judgement.
Kinner obeys Furiosa's directions, for now focused less on shooting the Fallen and more on staying on board the snowmobile. He's already almost fallen to his death today and he isn't in the mood for it again. He gets down, the only thought in his head that his coworkers wouldn't believe him if he told them about this. He laughs, both out of excitement and sheer disbelief. This is happening. This is happening and his mind's racing and his hearts flailing against his chest like a canary in a birdcage.
He isn't so bothered about the swearing. He's no prude, and he was in the Army. He's used to swearing. He'll need a good long rest once they get out of this mess, that's for sure. His chest's hurting him, but he's struggling through it as he clasps his gun and keeps an eye out for more Fallen attackers.
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Kinner obeys Furiosa's directions, for now focused less on shooting the Fallen and more on staying on board the snowmobile. He's already almost fallen to his death today and he isn't in the mood for it again. He gets down, the only thought in his head that his coworkers wouldn't believe him if he told them about this. He laughs, both out of excitement and sheer disbelief. This is happening. This is happening and his mind's racing and his hearts flailing against his chest like a canary in a birdcage.
He isn't so bothered about the swearing. He's no prude, and he was in the Army. He's used to swearing. He'll need a good long rest once they get out of this mess, that's for sure. His chest's hurting him, but he's struggling through it as he clasps his gun and keeps an eye out for more Fallen attackers.