A muscle in Jo's cheek twitches. Maybe like, if they were in any other situation than this, she might have smiled or smirked there. Him puzzling out for himself, without her saying it again, that she had answered the question. But they are, right here and right now, and it's only the twinge of a muscle, and the flicker of relief, and maybe even respect, without her lips moving in the slightest. The question though is a good one. Especially given their size.

"The most we could move is two at a time by hand. If that." Depending on the size and what all exactly was in each of them. "It'd be easier with less boxes." Not that they'd all fit in one. "But they should see all of this, shouldn't they?"