Silent Spy
Ricky was right.
However, it wasn't so much she wanted to help as it was prove she was capable. This industry she only had gotten into officially a year ago was a men's industry. She was decently strong and able to handle many tasks, but at the end of the day, she was still physically different and had certain things she couldn't do on her own.
The blonde easily had her fingers find the appropriate places to grip, remaining crouched down. "Got it!" Only once she had signaled she had gotten hold, she straightened her legs, making certain that she was hoisting the weight mainly with her legs and not her back.
With steady steps, she moved towards the bed of the truck with her half of the door, only moving in a manner to complement Ricky's movement.
"...so ya plan on killin' like... four hours or somethin'...? And what if I got some sh*t t'take care of after work?" She didn't have anything planned, but it didn't mean she couldn't suggest that she did.