There's a ringing in her ears that Furiosa knows from experience is more from pain and blood loss than sound. Her vision is a little fuzzy around the edges, but she's clear enough to keep her focus on the road. Once free of the arm, she leans in and hooks her elbow around the steering wheel, using that as a second hand.

If she hadn't learned to operate both with and without her prosthesis, she wouldn't be alive today.

It's all too reminiscent of the road war with the Wives and Max, though, and she finds her thoughts slipping to and from the present, even as she ducks and dodges sniper fire that comes up around them. The best thing, the only thing, she can do now is move fast and hope that Nux has their pursuit covered--

No, no, not Nux. Natalie. And she won't be blowing up with the Rig, thank V8.

She rolls her wounded shoulder, relying on the pain to snap her out of the fugue of memory, and it works. She glances to the side once at a fire attack from Natalie, but within a few minutes they're very much in the home stretch, racing across the open plain toward the torches.

Thank you, Hazel, thank you, thank you... She breaks into a grin when she sees the defenders from the rest of the Nexus coming out to meet them. They weren't attacked in their absence after all. This might work. This is going to work.

They've made it.