Furiosa's eyebrows go up; that glance at her arm and back feels vaguely offensive. Not enough to call out, particularly not after having just promised not to start any fights. Still, she's ruffled.

"Variable." She answers tersely. "And dependent on what materials we can scavenge."

Actually, the technology they have is painfully rudimentary, but Furiosa has nothing to compare it to. She's telling the truth, though. The Citadel is wealthy. They have wind turbines and water pumps. Villages out in the wastes are far more medieval.