She doesn't move like a scavenger, or even quite like a blackthumb. She stands like a soldier, spine straight, shoulders back, and she holds her metal arm angled before her body, like a shield or weapon. Nowadays, Furiosa doesn't bother with the Imperator grease paint, so her face is clean of anything save dust, but she has a black scarf. That alone is a signal of rank in the Citadel, though she's not sure if the symbol is carried over into Gastown. The People Eater had different protocols.

A wry smile flickers over her face at the observation. She's never been told she's unexpected before, but somehow she suspects a lot of people have wanted to say as much.

"Furiosa." She answers simply, circling around him now to try and get as good a look at him as she can. "Formerly Imperator of the Citadel. And you...would have been placed here by Immortan Joe? Good news: he's dead."