Nux looks up again at that, and though he still seems embarrassed, it's shading more towards shy and pleased than ashamed and guilty now. His redheaded girl. Awaiting him. Wanting to show him things. What a thing that is, for something like that to be true for someone like him.

"I am glad you made it," he says suddenly, as if he's concerned that his own despair at being alive might translate into anything but relief for the rest of them. "Did everyone else...?"