The cracking sound, and a softer, muffled creaking of glass under pressure, distracts Furiosa's attention for a long moment, scanning the random white pattern over the thick glass.

She's beginning not to like water much, herself, frankly. "Not this kind of useful." What does she look like? A Black Thumb? "What makes you think you can fix all this?" Because, seriously. Look at this, and look at you.