Chimera Fields on the road again

His response was entirely unpredicted. Furiosa prided herself on being able to assume what others were going to say or do, but she had not anticipated a complete lack of ire or even a sarcasmless response. Still, the stained harpy was content to be on her way, taking his so-called "pleasure" with her. And yet, he was not done with the grating she-devil. She turned, setting both atramentous eyes intently on his face as she regarded the given question with both suspicion and interest. Before she chose her words, she looked at him fully, noting more about him than just the color of his fur. The stranger had a strong, proud face, beset by filmy brown eyes and a proportionately slim body— a little heftier, and she would've tested his mettle— she was not completely disinterested.

"Are you coming?" With her terse question poised, she narrowed her eyes. A test, if anything. She realized she had not yet given her destination— not that there was one— but she wanted to see how adventurous he was. Furiosa could do nothing with an overly cautious man.