"Sir yes sir," she said indifferently to Aron, giving him a two finger salute. Earning that over time. Public toilets. Heavy lifting.

She's jumping for the opportunity.

Arching an eyebrow, she raised her hand and flicked her brother-in-law's ear when he was near enough. Did he not know it was still way too early in the morning to try and be funny? "Overtime, little bro. Don't question it." Shoving one hands in her back jean pockets, her attention was momentarily diverted to the arrival of the toilets. Honking like no one's business, lets put even more attention on them. The driver was brilliant, obviously. Brilliaaaant.

On the other hand, it was a toilet truck. Stuff was funny.

She would be doing neither the lifting or the unhooking, thank you very much.

But ooooh boy, she had not missed her dear little bro complimenting whatshername's gloves, keeping in mind to bring that up later for sure. Moving from the lamppost, she stood by the truck entrance, staring into at the toilets as well as Logan and whoever else was in there. "Dude, we're in the public eye. In London." Not that she had any business with her opinion. She wasn't lifting those things. "Hey, and remember to lift with your knees." Or did you lift with your back?

Whatever. She'll just... keep a watch out. All that jazz.

Maybe go find Rusty.