"Kippa." Wary still, but not as nervous as she'd been, ears lifting as she reached tentatively to shake hands, over-sized sleeve slipping to show the still-raw red mark around her wrist that would certainly age to bruising in the coming days. A shy sort of handshake before drawing her hand back to clinging to her tail, though not quite hiding behind it as she had been.

"It's nice to meet you, Miss Furiosa."