"Good to know." There's mild amusement in her voice, rather than fear. "If anyone shows up and tries to kill me off, they'll be sorry."

Anti-violence field or no, Furiosa has proven herself tricky to eliminate. She softens up and smiles for the dog, though, leaning down a little and holding out her hand, but waiting for the animal to come to her and sniff at her own pace. Once it becomes clear she's friendly, Furiosa happily settles into scratching behind her ears. "Hey, sweetheart," she almost coos. "You look like a runner. Were you born to run?"

"I'm Furiosa," she tells the man with a little nod. "If you have questions, I can try to answer."