Yeah, just with a quick look at the prosthetic arm that looks pretty bad. Kinner's no mechanic, so he can't tell one way or the other. He has a bigger priority now, anyway. They have to get away from the Fallen, ideally with the food.

With a salute, Kinner obeys Furiosa's instructions without any hesitation whatsoever, cutting the arm's straps and carefully placing it on the floor. He's seen artificial limbs before. While he isn't as badly ravaged by the war as some, he's lucky all he got was a scarred face. Furiosa's in charge of steering. It's up to Kinner to hold off the Fallen until they're home free, and he's in a position where he can shoot again.

When he sees one, he shoots into the trees. Maybe not enough to kill them, but they're partly warning shots. As far as he's concerned, the battle's over. The pirates lost. He whoops, though he doesn't lose sight of the creatures lurking. It never pays to turn your back on the enemy.

His jaw drops when he sees the wall of water, shaking his head to make sure he isn't imagining things.

"Reckon that's Natalie. I'll have to thank her when we make in back to base." Kinner uses the giant wave to try and pick off stragglers from the Fallen ranks, fighting through his bruised ribs. "Hang on, Furiosa! Not much longer now!"