"... How many are in there?" He says, arching his neck into a questioning curl at the proposed plan. "I could try pushing people in a direction with wind."

The camp itself and his own bulk make it difficult to do otherwise, when he has to rely on techniques to deal with people, not throwing in his bulk beyond what he's done before. Being a forgiving wall? As long as no one was hurt.

He huffs out and sends a gentler breeze spinning away from where they stood, continuing while Esteban worked on floating (that was what was happening, wasn't it, those were floating over) the boxes with the equalisers. Jingyi stretches out his forepaws, carefully hooking talons through handles. Three to one paw, two to the other, and he nods to Esteban, whiskers flicking back toward his neck as indication and invitation: hold on.

"I've watched more of these be set up than done them, let's get the first between medical and the rest of camp."

After which he would be off, flying the short distance to a suitably large enough place he can set one of the equaliser kits down, almost sending two sliding off talons, but then correcting at the last moment. Hah! Small victories in the midst of early morning chaos.