Something softens subtly, tension easing at least momentarily in the rigid line of Furiosa's shoulders and spine, and her gaze flicks groundward. She gives a neutral hum, acknowledging the confession--it puts a better spin on things, that show of mutual humanity. And after brief consideration, she raises her right hand, curls it in the air as if clasping something invisible (memory? sorrow? empathy?), then brings it to her sternum.

She says nothing further of it, but she seems slightly less prickly when she does resume the conversation. "...I think I caught most of that. I'd prefer as few body mods as possible, but I'll keep it in mind."

She's already a terror with just her bare left elbow to punch with; she doesn't think she needs the additional intimidation factor of being able to peel back plate metal. On the other hand, the Blackthumbs might benefit from some help of that nature. She doesn't have to decide now.

If Samus had an explanation to offer in regards to the library, Furiosa wouldn't understand it, so she's just as glad to have the moment of confusion passed gently over. This time, she flashes a small smile. "Yes. Thank you."

As an afterthought, she adds: "I can read some Latin, a little Greek, and a very little Japanese, but I'm mostly just good for English. If that makes a difference."