He nodded at that guess, confirming the idea. "I don't need air beyond there being enough for my bellows but that's more a side-function than anything. Bad air or poisons won't hurt me." He'd spent enough time dragging soldiers away from dangerous gasses to know that for a fact.

He can't help the slight wince that flits across his expression at the way the two scavs flee when he comes close, feeling a bit comforted that the crew that's plainly there with Furiosa doesn't seem nearly so skittish. Just giving a small nod at the introduction before leaning slightly over the shorter woman's shoulder as she crouched, grimacing at the ugly thing she was picking up.

"I was really hoping it wasn't this gross."