Jamie started to protest when she took two extra bags. But then he just shrugged it off. If she wanted to carry that much, let her. Her prerogative. (Wasn't that a song?)
"Not my roommate. But uh, he's packing the rest of the shit. We're stealing stuff. Alcohol, towels, favorite bedsheets." And that ended up being a strangely dirty list of things. Well, the sheets were going to be--anyway.
He led the way up to the next deck, "Yeah, I'm totally thrilled about the being healed up. Whoever these government aliens are did me a favor with it."