[Furiosa smiles lightly - the kind of smile someone wears when it's been a while, but they still remember - and enters the room to seat across from Peggy and tug over the mug of tea.]

Good. I hate the damned things. [At closer examination, she's a little drawn around the edges; still recovering from her decision to forgo the masks in her earlier stay on the moon.] The money's too good to ignore, don't know when we'll run into another Starlight situation.

[She hoards. It was always a smart decision in the Wastelands, and it looks like it's going to be a smart decision here.]