She raises an eyebrow at that statement, hoping there's something in the library to explain some of this lingo. The way Samus is coming out with solutions makes it all sound so simple, and Furiosa can't imagine the logistics would be that easy, even if the solutions are elementary on other worlds, even if they're offered to her freely and generously.

She'd still have to explain to her people what the hell is going on.

But that can wait, for now. "I wish I could explain more fully, but even our history is garbled these days. All I know for certain is there were Oil Wars, then Water Wars, and then the nuclear exchanges that poisoned most of what the other wars hadn't already."

Maybe her next priority should be to find a History Man. How can they know where they're going if they're not sure where they've been?

Her brows knit, and she rubs the brace of the prosthetic uncertainly. 'Implants' sounds unsettling, but...worth it? Maybe. "I can't use anything too delicate. It would have to be very, very strong."