One of these days, Kinner will need to learn the slang from Furiosa's world, since all he can piece together is that Fukushima has something to do with Japan. He has his own slang, and it makes sense that different universes would have different ways of communicating to each other, not even getting into social or cultural quirks. Hearing her world's language raises the little cook's curiosity.

"My rib hurts a bit where that monster hit me, but I can walk. I reckon I'll be fine." Kinner stands, discarding the gun he held before slipping down to the ground. He lands squarely on both feet. He's survived his first high-speed road war, and the exhaustion finally catches up with him as he staggers, more tired than hurt.

So that's a road war. He can't say he's rushing to repeat the experience any time soon.

Kinner's physically okay aside from his bruised ribcage, and he thinks he'll get that examined once things have calmed down. For now, he needs to rest, and they'll need his help to load and prepare the food. "I'd suggest you get that shoulder of yours looked at. It looks pretty nasty from where I'm standing."

He salutes Furiosa as he would a commanding officer. "And thank you for what you did back there."