Furiosa

"I'll be alright." He had his own weapons, though he hoped it didn't come to that. A last resort only if someone was in danger. He had no issue with Furiosa giving orders; she knew what was needed clearly, she had a plan, and she was the one driving. He nodded with a small noise of assent to let her know he'd heard, that he understood what they were doing but otherwise was quiet for the moment. Better to focus on the area around them, on any sign of creatures lurking under the sand.

Hoping they'd be lucky and that the damage of having a piece ripped off was enough trauma to kill the creature, but knowing it was highly unlikely.