Furiosa

The green is pretty. It makes her think of what the Green Place used to look like--and given they started this project to make it look that way again, and here he comes along to help some of the residents of the area in need, if Furiosa were a more superstitious type, she'd take him as a Sign. The way it shades into a natural Imperator's mark on his forehead is interesting, too. She might have to ask later.

"Pretty sure since you saved their tails, they'd let you stay with them," she informs him. "But unless you're good on stilts you might not enjoy it much. They're good people and they've adapted to where they live, but their ways aren't the most comfortable."

"As an alternative, you can come back to the Towers with us when we go, if you're the kind of person you seem to be. Your call."

Raising her right hand to her lips, she gives a whistle and calls out, "Gale! Come see if this schlanger's hurt, I think we like him."

There's some laughter from the closest War Boys, but it's friendly laughter, and one of the women, older, with goggles on her head and braids in her hair, slides off her bike and lopes over with a smile. "You could let him sit out of the sun first, Furi."