Sure why not. They're grateful for the stuff and offer to unload for him.

Does he happen to be hiring? One of the muscle-y volunteers heard something about that. She claims she has a level head and watchful eye and is good at intimidation. (The action heroine looking scars, punk outfit, and direct stare seem to make the last claim not an idle one.)

"I'm hiring! Do you drive?"

"...I can drive, like, a Sedan or a pickup. But I wouldn't call myself an expert. Certainly no courier or racer."

"So a tanker's a no? Well, probably I'll have pickup-sized deliveries to make at some point. What's your name?"

"I could probably figure it out, if that's what needs doing, but I'm used to guard detail. There's a lot of subtle things that go into guarding stuff, even if it doesn't sound like it, and I've supervised teams for it before. And I'm going by Mackie lately."

"My lawyer did recommend that I pick up bodyguards! What's the going rate for that, and do you have anyone you'd recommend as a teammate for you?"

"It depends on the bodyguard. But not pennies, since they're expected to be between you and harm. Two to four hundred a day at my level, with hazard pay if there's action. Paying in gear or stuff tends to be fine. You should ask around and conform that I'm a decent heavy if you're seriously considering it, just so there aren't any doubts. Mackie, to repeat the name. If you're looking to put together a whole crew, I'd like to bring in a few people I know, one John Ellingham and Eddie Chavez, but I also won't object if you already have some guys. We'd have to talk about what I'm protecting and what the expectations are. I don't wanna make you do that in front of everyone here- Ann, Jimmy! Can we borrow the office?"

There are two thumbs up from the named people.

Cam drops off his dolly full of boxen (they contain assorted stew-friendly vegetables, mostly cabbage and broccoli and carrots) and heads to the office.