Kinnner, meanwhile, is less shooting and trying to keep a grip on the snowmobile. He's ridden a motorbike before, and he's been in extreme weather before, but never at the same time. Still, he laughs in defiance as Furiosa drives.

Then, when he sees the tree stumo, his eyes practically bug out as he braces himself. From the look of things, they're going to crash into it. The Fallen must've been planning this all along, the bastards. If he had the time to aim and fire, he'd put bullets in their brains for their trouble, but he's got more important matters at hand for the time being.

Like not being brained by that tree stump.

He trusts Furiosa to brake, and he almost collapses in relief when she does. For now, they're still alive, and they still have the food. That's what's most important, even more than taking revenge on the Fallen, though Kinner wouldn't be above shooting at any of the monsters who went for him.

Being struck in the chest injured him somewhat, the adrenaline in his veins helping him shrug off the pain for now. His voice trembles slightly and his breath is ragged, more from exhaustion than the injury, which isn't as bad as it could have been.

He throws back his head and cackles, even though he knows they aren't home free yet. "Nice goin', ya mugs! You're gonna have to try a bit harder than that!"