If he was volunteering to do all the manual labor, she wasn't going to argue, if she'd been in any condition to do it herself she may have had an objection, as things stood at the moment she just tossed him a half-mocking salute before burrowing back into the bundle of blanket once more, just her fingers out from under it this time so she could scroll back and check her entries for the past couple days, to see if she had anything more solid about where the machines had come from.
Even with her brain half-frozen, and even still convinced that there were Terminators overrunning the building, she realized that her past few personal journal entries didn't really make the most sense, if, in fact, they made any sense in the first place.