"I won't leave her there," John answers, his voice soft. She may have been trying to kill someone, she may not be the woman John knows, but he doesn't feel any better about her bearing Dutch's face than he imagines either of the others do. "I have another bag."

He'd brought it hoping he wouldn't have to use it. It's a large duffle, large enough for a woman of Dutch's size if he gets her into the fetal position. The thought of having to take her apart is worse than having to move her, so he hadn't bothered with tools for that, wouldn't have even known where to begin in Darrow if he'd needed to dismember her. It's a far cry from where he was with Kara and for that he's deeply grateful.

He works with his back to them, wondering if he's in the presence of something personal. Under other circumstances he would leave, but this needs to be done, and he locks the door firmly before he unpacks a bag made of thick plastic and a second duffle. The plastic is to make sure she leaves no trace inside his bag and he takes it to her, unzipping it and carefully lifting her inside, folding the edges over her face before zipping it up again.

"I'm sorry you have to be here for this, but it'd be best if no one left," he says. "Not for a little while at least. The less activity around, the less anyone will remember if they're questioned later."