"What do you think you could find in this to fix that?" It's only half dubious. Clearly, fixing the spiderwebbing glass is the better plan than running away, but only the better by a very, very narrow margin.

But that? That's fighting words--Furiosa knows fighting words--so her hand tightens into a fist. "Not in the habit of being easy prey, that's all." Don't push her. She's enough of an Imperator not to take insult well, and he's already on the edge.