"A lot of people could," she says mildly, but with every word her body language seems to soften and open up. The list of people she can think of who'd stick their neck out alone for complete strangers is very, very short. She's not sure she'd do it, herself, with the kind of odds he just faced. And maybe that makes him a little foolish, but it's the kind of foolish you can't teach in a fallen world like this one.

She shakes her head a little. "There were a few bruises, maybe a minor break. Nothing that won't heal. They're in safe hands."

"Those were my kin," she adds. "Distant cousins, sort of, but important. I'm not saying I owe you, but I am saying I think we should be friends. My name is Furiosa. We're from the Green Towers."

She pulls one of the canteens off her belt and offers it out to him, which is as open a peace offering as you can get in a place like this.