Furiosa and her boys notice the injured girl at roughly the same moment. Maybe it's the blood smell, maybe it's the swearing and the spitting, which seems to be as much borne of contemptuous ferocity as it does from pain or illness. The clothing on this strange girl is far too heavy for the Wasteland; hell, it's pretty heavy for the weather in the Nexus at this time, and armor is not something often utilized in the Citadel. It doesn't really help if your car crashes and goes up in flames. For all that, though, it's obvious they're looking at someone who's been in a fight.
"Boss?" Crux is at her right; he's around 6'5", dark skin unstained with War Boy white today. Both men are shirtless but wearing green shoulder-wraps with hoods, lined with elaborate stitching. He nods toward the girl unnecessarily, since she's already spotted her, but Furiosa makes a humming sound of acknowledgement. "Probably a new arrival. Eyes on in case she's been followed, but I wouldn't fret."
She takes a sip of her drink and then hands it to her other companion, Spanner, who is smaller and paler, though still heavily muscled. He smiles at her and holds it obediently, and Furiosa advances toward the girl alone, although it's pretty clear her bodyguards aren't far off. She holds both hands out to her sides to show she's unarmed, then rests the metal one on her hip. "Did you win, and are you injured?" She asks wryly, by way of greeting.
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Date: 2019-09-28 08:29 pm (UTC)"Boss?" Crux is at her right; he's around 6'5", dark skin unstained with War Boy white today. Both men are shirtless but wearing green shoulder-wraps with hoods, lined with elaborate stitching. He nods toward the girl unnecessarily, since she's already spotted her, but Furiosa makes a humming sound of acknowledgement. "Probably a new arrival. Eyes on in case she's been followed, but I wouldn't fret."
She takes a sip of her drink and then hands it to her other companion, Spanner, who is smaller and paler, though still heavily muscled. He smiles at her and holds it obediently, and Furiosa advances toward the girl alone, although it's pretty clear her bodyguards aren't far off. She holds both hands out to her sides to show she's unarmed, then rests the metal one on her hip. "Did you win, and are you injured?" She asks wryly, by way of greeting.