Zoe paused a moment and looked down at the kid; he was a kid, no matter how tough he acted. She'd seen guys his age lose their shit in less dire situations, which made her more than appreciate this guy. If she could have, or if she didn't think it would be taking advantage, she'd have made a call, but she wouldn't. She'd do her gorram best on her own.
"Doesn't seem like a fair trade." Her eyes lifted to where the rope disappeared over the support above them. "I know life's not fair, but that seems to be going beyond the regular. On the count of three." She checked everything and got ready, not tensing, not pulling, just got ready mentally.
"One...two...three..push!" She knew she was pulling, but he'd be pushing. Her eyes closed as she pulled with all her might. She didn't think she'd actually lift the beam, but all they needed was wiggle room. All they needed was enough room so that he could get free.