Harper was still mindlessly munching on the Cheetos, her eyes fixated on the screen, the whole war rig and a smirk on her face as Furiosa was obviously in charge of it for the time being or at least the group heading out. Not that it didn’t look like she was up to something the way she was eyeing the crowd before moving out, the expression of nervousness. The villain reminder her of someone else, vaguely, like another villain in a movie she had seen but she couldn’t put her finger on it.
Her skin prickled again as his fingers brushed along her elbow almost tickling her with their soft touch. “I don’t know if I would really want to be a war boy either, having to drag someone around as a blood bucket just to live longer.” She frowned briefly at the thought. “Nope, pass, and being that guy’s wife no way, think I might take the option of being poor, thirsty, and begging for food then living in his harem.”
