Even though he'd been a man of few words, Nux would recognize that voice anywhere. Although hearing it here in a dark room in a foreign freezing cold place-- Nux was confused.

"Blood bag?"

The War Boy didn't have to shout his response because suddenly the Road Warrior closed in and put a hand on him. Nux tensed to anticipate a blow that didn't come (they had fought each other well enough that Nux wasn't sure where they stood now that they no longer shared a common mission). Instead he found himself pulled along to follow the other man's lead.

He went easily, stumbling at first to gain his footing in the dark, but soon was hot on his blood bag's heels. If Nux had learned anything from their short time together, it's that if the feral Road Warrior was at full sprint away from something, it was probably best not to fall too far behind him.

Without the deathly pain in his neck, Nux found he could keep pace easily. A War Boy who wasn't fit wasn't of much use, obviously. The sensation of health was strange, but he didn't have time to think about that right now.

"What is it? What's behind us?"