Firo quietly raises his fingers as Nux talks, trying to keep track of all the things he needs to address. As he speaks, he ticks each one off. "Storms? Just get an umbrella. And the only birds we've got where I'm from are pigeons."

He reaches his third finger. "And, um, can you tell me what the hell kinda lance explodes? I thought you just stuck people with 'em."

Oh, Firo. So much you don't know.