Life is cheap in the Wasteland, but Furiosa picks a crew carefully. She knows her people well, as workers and as individuals, and that means she knows they're irreplaceable. Some of them she's even watched grow up.
Throttle looks dazed, not sure what to make of the silvery, 7-foot hallucination greeting him. He does clasp hands gingerly, makes a couple uncertain grunts or mumbles, then jumps as Furiosa elbows him in the ribs. "I know. Enough. Tell me what's happened." That's clearly an order.
The war boy glances from her to the Spine and back, then nods, snapping out of it. "A group of scavs just came in, said somethin' big attacked them on the road."
"Buzzards?"
"An animal," he clarifies. "They brought a piece of it. Said it tore up a car and all, and dragged three of their people under the sand."
Furiosa looks skeptical now, but she motions to him to lead the way back to their caravan. "I'll believe there are sand monsters when I see the teeth, but go on. I'll talk to them."
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Throttle looks dazed, not sure what to make of the silvery, 7-foot hallucination greeting him. He does clasp hands gingerly, makes a couple uncertain grunts or mumbles, then jumps as Furiosa elbows him in the ribs. "I know. Enough. Tell me what's happened." That's clearly an order.
The war boy glances from her to the Spine and back, then nods, snapping out of it. "A group of scavs just came in, said somethin' big attacked them on the road."
"Buzzards?"
"An animal," he clarifies. "They brought a piece of it. Said it tore up a car and all, and dragged three of their people under the sand."
Furiosa looks skeptical now, but she motions to him to lead the way back to their caravan. "I'll believe there are sand monsters when I see the teeth, but go on. I'll talk to them."