Furiosa is consistently fascinated by what people will extrapolate from the things she does not say. She just mentioned enemies, for example, and boy does she have them, but her interests are not precisely in conquest. War is wearisome; she's had more than enough of it and it bothers her to think that's all she's good for. True, she'll raze Gastown and the Bullet Farm to the sands if she has to, but she'd prefer an accord, and she knows the rest of the widows are more dovish than she is.

So, this may not work, unless she gets truly desperate to save her people. The response, in fact, strikes her as a clear warning sign. A person this interested in helping her conquer might easily take it in mind to do some conquering himself.

Her face shows none of her misgivings, though. She still needs more information before she comes to a solid conclusion. Actually, she smiles, a small, dark, ambiguous little smile as she latches onto the second half of the sorcerer's proposal. "I believe you can do what you say. But tell me what you mean by a contract. I'll make no agreement today, but I'll consider this."