Palmer is exhausted, though the fight didn't go as badly as it could have. The creatures are still out there, but it seems the Fallen have give them the opportunity to catch something of a breather. The rest is up to Furiosa, Natalie, and Kinner, and the rest of the convoy team. He knows they can handle it.

He's unhurt, but he stares at the pistol in his hand. He'd carried one to defend himself before, when he'd confronted one of the Seven Sisters, but he'd never actually fired it, even less killed someone he knew for a fact was sapient, before this winter.

But it was either he kill the Fallen or they kill him and the rest of his team. Still, he feels a little disgusted with himself.

"There wasn't another way," he says, his voice rasping. "I vote shelter. We gotta go back sometime, though, before those things come back."