Truth be told, Conall wasn't exactly the kind of help Jamie was expecting. She knew the man had a technological background going on and that he was staff which were not exactly the kind of credentials, a mega-lifter tended to have. She was looking for traits which someone like Sean McGee would have, say, or...well someone who was more brutal with their powers but that didn't mean that Jamila was going to throw her shoe at him and tell him to scatter.
No, what she did was that she looked up to him and beamed, saying, "To the stockroom, of course!" She rose to her feet after and dusted her jeans, black and tight around her legs, matched by a pair of leather boots, the kind that stomped hard and stepped heavily. "Where else do you think we put our stuff? Hey, you never claimed a pen or a pad! What do you want?" She slipped her jeans jacket off her shoulders so that she was down to her plain gray tee as she folded it haphazardly and set it beside Conall's Gatorade. "Hey, none for me?"