Little surprise from Lola. Lola knew how she appeared, because she carefully calculated her appearance. Playing to her strengths, going for cute and fun instead of sultry and sexy. Her appearance was her strongest asset, with a decent heart, but she was 'the dumb one.' She was hoping to get a few guys to volunteer then maybe she wouldn't have to.

Not that it didn't sound fun. Just it also sounded scary.

"I, um, can help with that," she fiddled with her hair, nervous now that she couldn't take it back. "I couldn't do much in the preparation for the storm so I helped organize and record where everything is stored." You don't look as manicured as Lola without having a certain degree of organizational talent. Which she put to work storing and registering all the supplies in a neat color coded list.

"What do we need?"