[Jan jumps to grab the other side of the water cask without further urging, merely grunting in response to his thanks. lifting heavy things together is something that doesn't necessarily require speech, and the etiquette of it is well drilled into her. she's carrying a surprising amount of the weight for someone her height and weight -- it's enough that Frank's arms can get at least a little bit of a break for steering the load. she nods at him to lead the way.

where is he going, anyway? she's not actually sure where this guy lives, much less how his face got fucked up again. oh, well. either his brother is here too, or, she guesses... that's just something that happens to him?]