"Mm. The punctured lung was almost a hundred days ago now. If I was going to die of it, I think I would have already." She shakes her head. "I was working in one of the garages."

Honestly, she might have just fallen asleep and dreamed her way to the Nexus. Stranger things have happened. In a world where the sea has literally evaporated due to nuclear disaster, there could be dimensional rifts all over the place. She may need a consult.

She's blissfully unaware of this at the moment, though, more inclined to focus on direct possibilities.

"They can wonder all they want, if we can get some of these plants to grow. We have a lot of mouths to feed." She points to a tree a few dozen yards away. "I've never seen a real peach tree. Only paintings and photos."

Never seen one, but she knows what it is, and she's excited, in an understated sort of way. And determined. Reacting belatedly to his name, she turns, glances at his hand, and then clasps his wrist. It's a powerful grip, actually. When you greet War Boys a handshake is a challenge. Not so, she thinks, with this man, but she'll match him for pressure all the same. "Furiosa. Of the Vuvalini of Many Mothers."

Not Imperator. Not any more.