She's made a full circle before she stops in front of him again, satisfied he's well and truly tethered and not holding any weapons. It's easy to see why Immortan Joe would want this being kept either in his control or out of sight. In prime condition and shined up, he probably looks like an avatar of V8 Itself. The part of her that is a trained mechanic and revhead dearly wonders about how he's made. The rest of her is more interested in what he's saying, and for the moment that takes precedence.

"This place is still in contention for a leader. The Citadel has a Council now, run by people from several different ranks and levels, and headed by the Sisters. I'm here representing them. So...for all intents and purposes, you're looking at the sort of person who took over."

She pulls the canteen off her belt and checks the weight of it in her hands. "Do you need water? I'll have to go back to the Rig for boltcutters."