"Oh, no! I like you quite a lot, don't worry!" Iphigenia says, suddenly feeling bashful and more than a little apologetic.

"Drive? Like a chariot, or something more modern?" She's a little wary of doing either, frankly. And fixing something? What could she possibly fix that would be mechanical? Iphigenia's mind is a little boggled by the possibility.

Besides, she wonders what she could teach Furiosa in return--somehow, using a weaving loom doesn't seem right for the other woman.