It's a bird! It's a plane! It's...a guy more than head taller than her who may at some point ask her to hang onto his arms so he can do bicep curls without a weight set.
Which means he's the perfect person for the job.
"I've got it!" He picks up the entire mess - the whole bundle of it - and clean and jerks that shit right onto his brawny shoulders, using both arms to keep it there and keep the cloth and beams bundled together.
Even without super strength he's built like someone who carries around hay bales.
The people are somewhere deeper within, probably in help of finding the way out.
"This way!" he calls out. But there's a lot of confusion. They may need help being led out. "They're probably disoriented. I can't move from here if you want an exit."
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Which means he's the perfect person for the job.
"I've got it!" He picks up the entire mess - the whole bundle of it - and clean and jerks that shit right onto his brawny shoulders, using both arms to keep it there and keep the cloth and beams bundled together.
Even without super strength he's built like someone who carries around hay bales.
The people are somewhere deeper within, probably in help of finding the way out.
"This way!" he calls out. But there's a lot of confusion. They may need help being led out. "They're probably disoriented. I can't move from here if you want an exit."
He's got to keep the way open.