*Samus gives a slight nod at Furiosa's explanation of her preference, and makes a small admission of her own. Perhaps some sense of kinship will help the newcomer understand her motives.*

I lost my family when I was four.

*It's a brief admission, a moment of vulnerability, and then she's back to her cool, cosmopolitan self.*

I've seen mil-spec prosthetics that could peel the hull plates off a Federation cruiser bare-handed, but for something like that you'd need a few other body-mods so it didn't tear off the first time you flexed too hard.

*Samus remembers her own adjustment to the geometric impossibilities of the Nexus, so there's neither scorn nor amusement in her expression when Furiosa returns. Straight to business.*

Water treatment, first?