Pulling what was in hand close to her body at that very same gust, loose sheets she’d tucked into her own book rattled but remained. Though in the act of tucking her notebook tight, she’d cleared the way for the flyers the followed the wind. “On it,” she chirped without a second’s delay, snapping the leather cover and pulling the elastic piece over the edge to prevent any more spillage. Kneeling, Stella collected what sheets she saw and handed them over to the figure, before checking out the stand in it’s entirety. “Ooh, I’ve seen you before! Animal Rights Club, right? Need a hand with,” the brunette gestured to the set up, offering the girl a smile, “any of this?”
Mackenzie was a bit surprised to have been recognize. Especially by someone who wasn’t part of her “clique”-- a barrier she outwardly hated but didn’t try too hard to break, either. “Oh, right, uhm, hi.” She smiled as if she remembered the other from school, but she didn’t. “Sure, if you want. Uhm, but you really don’t have to.” Kenzie held up the papers, the other had salvaged quite a few so there was still work to be done. “I’m jusht taping theshe up where ever they’ll shtick.”
