[Ginia doesn't mind carrying things at all and the load was more unwieldy than heavy. But there's a tiny bit of an amused smile as she watches him pick up everything. It's a practical thing; she needs her hands free to communicate more than he does.

The supply closet isn't too far. It's not a big safehouse, feels a little smaller with each wave of people. Enough cots free up as people move out, but the number of empty beds is decreasing too. What happens when they finally run out? Maybe some people will move into the other safehouse or find their own place to live, but Ginia doesn't like the idea of people being kicked out against their will. Something to contend with when it happens.]

You can put everything there, thank you.

[Ginia gestures at a metal sheet set up on cinder blocks next to a few metal lockers.]

Doing okay on clothes? Supplies? I'm good at finding things or knowing where to look.