She's a little distracted, leaning with her face closer to the window so she can feel the wind and enjoy the honestly impressive speed such a large vehicle can manage. When she looks back at Furiosa to answer, she's smiling again and not bothering to try to hide it.

"Yes, we got away. The ship is... well, it belonged to someone else, but it's mine now." Hers and Chewie's, her home and her co-pilot. She misses him more than she ever thought she would, the big hairy carpet. "I'll show you, if you'd like. After this."

Much after, though. The war rig might be old fashioned and a little crude, but it's amazing all the same.