"A'ye, step aside, m'lady. I got the Blood of the First Men in me, moving large things is tradition." the Northerner offered in a joking matter, his accent thick, sounding like a mixture of a Englishman and Scottish to those unfamiliar with his world. Grabbing the pieces of rubble, Jon easily begun to lift them one by one, sheathing Longclaw in it's scabbard. Growling a bit here and there, the Night's Watchmen offered as much assistance as he could, stepping back a bit as the rubble was cleared. Despite being brave, loyal, and bold, Jon was admittedly shy around women, particularly due to his fear of fathering a bastard. His life in Winterfell, despite luxurious, was still rough, especially with Lady Stark treating him like an abomination.
"Uhh...y..your welcome, m'ladies." he remarked a bit, unfamiliar with how to continue the conversation, feeling awkward and out of place.