"...so like a mech." He doesn't know exactly what Devero is talking about, but he's seen enough sci-fi media in his life to get the broad strokes. (He may or may not be picturing the power loader from Aliens.)

"Okay. Three, two, one, go." On go, he tightens his grip and lifts. The debris comes up fairly easily - it's still heavy, but nothing the two of them can't manage (though there is a reason he grabbed the bulkier end). "You good?"