"Vehicles smell like guzz," Throttle says, scratching his head. He, too, crouches in the sand, scraping a little at the buried car as if to see if it can be unburied. "You think there's any chance of anyone alive in there, Boss?"
Furiosa shakes her head grimly. "The chassis is bent. Probably broke the windows, if there were any. Anyone that was in it would have been smothered, if they weren't eaten first."
She looks over and pats Throttle on the shoulder, though. Even now, not every war boy would think to ask that question. He deserves some credit for it, in her eyes. "Witness 'em; that's the best we can do."
To the Spine, she adds, "There's heat. It's always hot out here, but exhaust makes it hotter."
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Date: 2016-08-28 08:56 pm (UTC)Furiosa shakes her head grimly. "The chassis is bent. Probably broke the windows, if there were any. Anyone that was in it would have been smothered, if they weren't eaten first."
She looks over and pats Throttle on the shoulder, though. Even now, not every war boy would think to ask that question. He deserves some credit for it, in her eyes. "Witness 'em; that's the best we can do."
To the Spine, she adds, "There's heat. It's always hot out here, but exhaust makes it hotter."