Charlie snorts, throwing a glance back in her general direction. "I'll tell you all about it once we've got this shit back."

It's quick work, not entirely focused, but Charlie hauls as many boxes as he can back to where she's going through her own stack. If nothing else, he's made for this sort of heavy lifting. By the time their timer's near to running out, they have quite the collection of supplies. Charlie's quick as he can about marking them for pickup, slapping the markers the blokes with the transporter had given over to make sure the boxes came through alongside them.