Conall wasn't exactly built with superhuman strength. He was, however, built with normal human athlete strength. Anyone who happened to run into him during his free time, especially when the weather was nice enough to be outside, would know that the guy wasn't one of those basement dwelling computer nerds. He played, and would invite anyone else to play, any number of sports. Not only that, but he put his time in at the gym. so, maybe he couldn't go taking those boxes around 10 at a time, but he could certainly help with some heavy lifting.
Of course. Conall nodded, and crouched down, prepared to lift one of the boxes when Jamila posed a question of her own. "Uh, I guess I could use a couple of pads of paper and a box of pens..." Truth was, while writing notes on a piece of paper may have been easier for just about anyone else, for Conall, it was way easier just to connect mentally to the nearest device (his phone usually), and save some notes there. so he really had little use for those kinds of supplies, but Jamila seemed insistent.
Conall smiled at her question and returned to the stack of boxes upon which he'd placed them. "What flavor?" soon as she said, he grabbed one that fit her preference and tossed it to her.