"Wwhich-" She's counting before he can ask which way they're going to be moving the wheel. Faro lifts a half-beat behind her command, but hey! At least he lifts? Jaw set, arms straining, shoes slipping on the dirt more than is probably good for his knees. Whichever way she's going, he'll move, too, and do his damndest to set it down smoothly and not fling it at the ground.