Michael had never really been known as the muscles of any particular operation. Despite being a little bit chubby, he wasn't exactly big, even by bobcat standards. He basically just managed to surpass most house cats, and even that was debatable on some level. Even with his limitations, he often found his own way to help out. Ways that generally didn't involve him having to lift up anything big or heavy, since he knew he'd just end up collapsing. He wasn't about to shy away from picking up debris on the island, however. He may not have been able to lift up some of the especially large stuff, such as the fallen trees and big pieces of building shrapnel, but he could be helpful with stuff more his speed. He'd leave the big stuff to those such as his sister and Goldie. He might've liked to give his sister shit when she was in her feline form and he was just that smallest bit bigger than her, but while she was in her jaguar form? He knew full well that she was both bigger and stronger, and he really didn't take any issue with that.

Making his way over to where a small group had already begun gathering, Michael shook his dark fur out, not looking forward to panting his way through this. Tilting his head to one side, he observed the area around him before turning to Roxie, questioning softly, "Hey Rox, what do you think I should focus on? Preferably something you know won't break me, please." He then glanced at Jaime and Goldie from the corner of his eye, smiling faintly when he realized that the boy wanted to help out. The privateer echoed, grinning, "Yeah, what Goldie said. Don't worry, I can't pick up anything too huge either." Even if he had the guts to try picking up something large, he doubted it would go well. He was still occasionally becoming dizzy thanks to the after effects of his concussion, and he'd probably just end up pulling something and collapsing on the sand.