This was the kind of thing that Pete was good at, the kind of thing he had become one of the X-Men to do; helping people. That didn't mean he wouldn't rush to the forefront of a fight when it was needed-- but this kind of relief work, where he could go and lift collapsed buildings and move rubble and carry industrial generators. He could get in places that vehicles couldn't, and thanks to his steel skin, he could survive the chilly flood waters without hypothermia posing a threat.
Hopping out of the back of the van, dressed in his red and yellow uniform that designated him as one of the X-Men, Pete only felt the cold for a moment before he armored up, looking out over the debris and damage, a frown settling on his face. He turned back to the van and offered a hand to Rogue to help her out, though his focus was still on the damage surrounding them.
"As bad as it is..." He commented to her absently, "I am glad that we are here."
After everyone had unloaded from the van, Pete closed the back door and stood beside it, arms crossed over his chest to listen to Logan's orders and gave a stout nod of agreement.