"Overnight? No. But it can happen faster than I'd have ever thought." She smiles a little. "We drove in with the corpse of Immortan Joe, me hardly able to stand, and every second I was expected someone to start shooting...but they didn't. The treadrats made them lower the lift, and the people around us on the ground screamed for them to let us up."

"I will never forget that, as long as I live. That they backed us when they could have turned on us and we'd have been too worn out to resist. These are my people."

It's a strangely sentimental statement, almost maternal. She shakes her head and looks over at him, then. "Rain? Every six months or so we get a spattering, but it's not much. Heavy dew more often, maybe a couple times a week, but not nightly. The dew is never poison, but sometimes rain is acid or radioactive."