"A giant, man-eating bag of stinky goo," the girl with the leg brace says. "I'm liking this less and less, Furiosa."

"Sure, but it's nowhere near the weirdest Wasteland story I've heard," Furiosa says, and glances back at the Spine as he moves politely into her personal space. Even now, she doesn't feel particularly intimidated, and lets him look over her shoulder, perfectly sanguine about it. The crew whispers trail off, though the stares don't. Evidently if the Boss is okay with the shiny man, he's okay.

"Tell me anyway," she says with an expression between a smile and a wince. "Because I've never seen anything like this before."