Nux is lifting the tent as Cole speaks, fingers wrapping around a piece of black frame like an exposed bone. He raises it. It's light and vaguely familiar, too - War Boys have no need for tents; vehicles are safer and more efficient when having to spend the night in the wastes. But he's seen these things scattered in buzzard establishments way out past any sort of civilization. This one here, though - it's colorful! He's smearing away some dirt to expose bright red cut in between black panels.

He turns when Cole nears the fire pit, stares at him like he's preaching gospel. What's he talking about? What does it mean?

"Who left?" is the question since there's too many for all the other words, and Nux is letting the tent fall comically to its side as he leans in. Stares rapt, and listens.