This strikes Furiosa as remarkably trusting. She stands, nodding in acknowledgement, and cradles the book to her chest like it's the key to healing the world. Which it might be, in some small way, or at least a key to repairing her little corner of it.

Now, of course, she'll have to figure a way home, but that will come sooner or later. She has a bit more exploring to do first. "I'll do that. Will I be seeing you again?"

This is her awkward way of both taking leave and offering friendship, in one breath.