She sleeps a bit, not well or deeply, but all that could be expected. Even if she were more sure of her safety (and she almost never is that), the wound would have kept her too close to the surface for deep, healing sleep. It's still something, but not enough to keep her down when there are voices to catch her attention. Wrapping up in the borrowed blanket, she crawls on the three good-ish limbs toward the noise outside and peeks out.
Good news. And, to assuage deeper worries, she hasn't heard anything to suggest they're planning on keeping the kids themselves and finishing what the original crew of slavers started. She didn't really think it likely, but was prepared for the possibility. Less to do with hope for human nature, more to do with the fact that Furiosa didn't try to disarm her, though admittedly only one of her guns is really worth it when shooting one-handed.
"Good, was afraid something else would have snapped them up out there," she says quietly, not seeing any reason to conceal that she's more or less awake. Dogmeat sticks his head out, too, always wanting to be where the action is.
The handful of children are shell-shocked and very quiet, huddled in the shade of the smaller vehicle. They have a couple canteens among them and seem to be passing them around, recovering as best they can under harsh circumstances. One of the white-painted men is keeping an eye on them, but not getting too close. He's a big guy; doesn't want to scare them.
The woman chatting with Furiosa has grey and brown braids; she's dressed in multilayered leathers and wool. Sweltering, probably, but also plenty of layers of protection. She turns when Indrani appears, eyeing her with polite interest.
"One good thing about this part of the Wasteland being so barren. No large predators. Other than humans," Furiosa shrugs ruefully at her. "You look better. Ready to come out vertical yet?"
She's not sure whether the children will recognize their hero, but any help reassuring them is welcome. Furiosa is used to War Pups. All it takes to cheer them up is a good, gruesome story.
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Date: 2015-09-21 03:16 am (UTC)Good news. And, to assuage deeper worries, she hasn't heard anything to suggest they're planning on keeping the kids themselves and finishing what the original crew of slavers started. She didn't really think it likely, but was prepared for the possibility. Less to do with hope for human nature, more to do with the fact that Furiosa didn't try to disarm her, though admittedly only one of her guns is really worth it when shooting one-handed.
"Good, was afraid something else would have snapped them up out there," she says quietly, not seeing any reason to conceal that she's more or less awake. Dogmeat sticks his head out, too, always wanting to be where the action is.
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Date: 2015-09-28 03:06 am (UTC)The woman chatting with Furiosa has grey and brown braids; she's dressed in multilayered leathers and wool. Sweltering, probably, but also plenty of layers of protection. She turns when Indrani appears, eyeing her with polite interest.
"One good thing about this part of the Wasteland being so barren. No large predators. Other than humans," Furiosa shrugs ruefully at her. "You look better. Ready to come out vertical yet?"
She's not sure whether the children will recognize their hero, but any help reassuring them is welcome. Furiosa is used to War Pups. All it takes to cheer them up is a good, gruesome story.