"I vote or something."

He laughs and, with difficulty, shuts the suitcase so he can lug the box out from under the monstrosity.

“From experience?”

"From common sense! If someone is going to teach a thing they shouldn't try to strike down attempts to engage with the material."

“I don’t think she expected an objection from an actual prostitute.”

"A lack of foresight on her part does not constitute an objectionable action on your part."

“No, she just had a really hilarious expression by the time I stopped talking.”

The frame of the momstrosity disassembles fairly quickly with some help from a multitool he had in one of the drawers. (The drawers appear to mostly be full of non-clothing miscellany.)

"Fair enough. Anything I can do to help?"

“With packing or my education?”

“...hang on, if I can find that stretch wrap you can help me wrap these up, save a lot of emptying drawers...”

He goes to dig in a kitchen cabinet.

"Well I meant packing, but..."

He produces a roll of stretch wrap and waves it triumphantly.

“Well, I’m not taking that class again anyway.”

"There's other classes!"

“Yeah, but—here, help me with this.”

He ushers her over to the drawers and moves her hand to hold the end of the wrap in place.

She assists as instructed. 

He has the drawers wrapped in short order.

"You promise you're not a serial killer, right?"

"I'm not even a singular killer, I promise."

"Technically if you collected guys with healing factors and were really careful not to overdo it that'd still be true."

He yanks a bin out from under the sink and starts filling it with kitchen implements. There's not much to pack.

"Although I guess I wouldn't mind that so much."

She makes a face. "I'd actually become a serial killer before I preyed on people with factors."

"I mean, technically everybody's got something."

He starts tossing kitchen towels in with the plates in a vain hope that some of it won't break.

"Still a precog if all you can do is guess coin flips, and all that."

"I mean, yes, but if I was kidnapping people specifically for having a high enough healing factor to survive horrible things, that would be evil."

"Yep. Pretty sure you're not evil, but I've gotta cover my bases. So if it turns out you are I'll have been...right, beforehand, or something."

He tosses a bag of silverware in the bin and seals it.

"I'm not very good at this."

"I promise you if I turn out to be secretly evil it will be a classy kind of evil, not one that involves preying on a socially-disadvantaged minority."

"Do we honestly count?"

He finds a case and starts packing in the scalpels and related implements.

"I get that we have bad rep sometimes but we are the people who can blow up buildings with our minds."

"If it's the kind of thing where the incentives suggest you hide in a metaphorical closet then it counts."