Hardly understanding the magnitude of the situation, Nux only closes his fist and slams it to his own bare chest, proudly, inadvertently hitting his sprawling scar. "Nah, it won't hurt! We're dead anyway! Heroes in the hall of the slain." That last bit, Nux is starting to not-quite-believe but his voice doesn't even waver when he says it. Swallows his doubt and just nods. Thinks back to the flamethrower, stinking of burnt metal in their car.

"Lemme see, can you?" Please and thank you are scarce where he comes from and even though they're in his vocabulary, this War Boy is much more used to demanding things.