[Furiosa is trying to familiarize herself with her rotating crew. It wasn't entirely unlike the Citadel, except she could rest easy that when one position was vacant and another filled, it wasn't because someone perished in a horrible fiery death.]
[She leans against the doorframe, her left scrap prosthetic arm crossed over her fleshy right.] Keeping busy down here, I see.
[There's a slight pull to the corner of her mouth; she can appreciate someone trying to make the most out of bits of scrap.]
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[She leans against the doorframe, her left scrap prosthetic arm crossed over her fleshy right.] Keeping busy down here, I see.
[There's a slight pull to the corner of her mouth; she can appreciate someone trying to make the most out of bits of scrap.]