On her own recognizance, Furiosa is known to be reckless. Kami-crazy, as the slang in her world goes. All her risks are calculated, though, even in fractions of a second. Chancing death for a reward--and usually that reward is merely an opportunity to live a little longer, but in the Wasteland that's the best prize of all. For the sake of her settlement and the people that depend on her, though, she's a lot more careful, picking her way through slippery situations the way she's taking her slow steps across the ice.

She flatters herself that Autumn does seem to like her, and she adores the spirit in return, though whether she has a full understanding of her is doubtful.

The staring hasn't registered, but the sound of his breathing starting up clues her in to notice the fact that he wasn't breathing before. Well, that's a little weird, but you don't call people out on these things the instant you notice them.

Thoughtful, she considers the question a moment, then says, "I gamble with my own life now and then. Try not to with my people's lives. Not that I asked to be their leader, but once you get into that kind of position you either give your all or let everyone down. There's no in-between."

"What about you? That's quite a question you asked. Are you getting the answers you're looking for?"