“Hurry up and get those buckets unstacked and distributed! We can’t let hands be idle for a moment, if you’re here to work then do so!”
Lisa was standing atop a small stack of crates that were cleared out of the way of everyone and was issuing out orders as best she could through her pink bandanna. The smoke was growing steadily thicker, and harder to breath in. Lisa’s voice was already showing signs of growing hoarse too. This meant that those moving towards the flames were going to be suffering even more.
“Lisa.” Yin called up to her from below. “Mr. Ulster just ran out of face covering supplies. What should I tell the others that don’t have any to go do?”