She lets herself be pulled, but she also twitches at the grip, a violent little motion, and bares her teeth briefly. Jim can add does not like to be grabbed to the laundry list of things he is discovering about Furiosa, if he's keeping count. She doesn't swing at him, at least.

"...try never to do that without warning," she says. "I've been known to punch first and ask questions later."

His concern seems valid, though, and she checks the spot on her arm that brushed the plant, for a second time. "Thanks, though. It doesn't seem very coordinated, whatever it is."

The squat little woman behind the counter has been watching them idly, and now she emerges and comes over to see what they're reacting to. "Oh, goodness. He must be getting ready to flower. They're always hungry when they're trying to bud. Don't worry, it's harmless unless you stick your fingers in its mouth. They prefer moss."

"...do...you need to feed it?" Furiosa feels way out of her depth all of a sudden.