[He shakes his head, letting his hand drop from the plant to run along the console dash smoothly. From her angle, Furiosa could likely make out the fresher wound — a few months old — that is clearly a burn mark the shape of hand, wrapping around his forearm, near his wrist.]

Maybe we'll stop by that planet. We could pick up the others.

[Snort.

Though...

Though —

He would. Ask to stop there, pick them all up. He... likes most of them. The chicklet, Tadashi, Mystique — Rey, even. There are many who deserve to be saved from that to this.]

The ground water there, it was acidic. Turned bad. The rain was good, though.

[He leans back with a sigh.]

Food supply was getting bad, too. Not sure why. The animals were all getting rabid. Mangy.

[There's an unspoken concern, maybe.

Stupid Tranquility.]