He smiles at her. "I didn't know dorm rooms could look like this."

His side of the room leans more glass than silk. His bed is the kind you can sink into, with a few more pillows than are strictly necessary. On top of it there's a black suitcase containing clothes much like the ones he has on (which is to say standard 21st century t-shirt and jeans, but a little too tight) and a lap-sized Casio that has seen better days but will still produce mostly the right notes. 

He's also got a set of clear plastic bins that just don't fit the aesthetic at all. They're mostly full of smaller plastic containers, many of which seem to contain yet more plastic packaging alongside metal and glass and rubber in mysterious configurations. Maybe once he's freed whatever lies within from their many-layered prison they will look less weird.

"What're those?" She accompanies the word "those" with a telepathic pointer so it's clear she means the plastic bins.

"Oh, that's mostly just supplies. A lot of it is pharmaceuticals, or drugs more generally I guess, and all the stuff that goes with that, disinfectants and sharps and vials and some reusable things, and the stuff over there is electric, there's way less of it but it's bigger -- I've actually got the parts for an EEG machine but it's disassembled right now. Do you know what an EEG--" He looks at her, considers. "Do you know what, uh... any of that is?"

"Well it helps a lot that I'm reading your mind but I can tell I'm missing a lot of detail."

"Where I'm from, all of this--" mind control, hypnosis, brainwashing, mental programming, whatever you call it "--is a medical specialty. Well, sort of. To my knowledge most medical specialties aren't a level of secret that requires brainwashing and blackmail to maintain. But I was preparing to be a neurologist, and it's pretty close to that." He seems remarkably fine about getting brainwashed and/or blackmailed in the process of pursuing his career. (It might not be that remarkable by Angband standards.)

"A lot of this is just, things I would prefer to have on hand for myself, or want to try out, or expect to be generally useful? Painkillers, relaxants, stims, sedatives, aphrodisiacs, mood stuff. A lot of them are more complicated than that or can be combined in interesting ways, but that's the gist. Basically everything else is there to make the process of getting them into someone's system easier. Including an obscene number of needles because those are single-use, I fully intend to dispose of used ones safely but if you encounter something sharp please be careful.

"And then an EEG is a way of measuring brain activity." In his mind brain activity looks like a lot of squiggles. "I could go into more detail than that because I personally think it's cool and pretty useful but it might see much less use if I can just ask you to read people's minds."

"It's not like it's hard or anything but I bounced off like half the people in orientation and I dunno if your stuff would bounce off those same people."

"Well, it's a bunch of physical objects you attach to their head, they have to be at least somewhat willing to sit still for it. ...Or someone you can tie to a chair."

Joke! He's joking. Obviously most of the people she bounced off of will not be people you can tie to a chair.

Giggle. - oh wow there are CLOTHES in this closet. Pretty Elfy clothes! She tosses the baby onto her bed ("gwu!" opines the baby) and flings off her preexisting outfit with all its bloodstains and haphazard repairs to select a new one.

--Woah. Surprise naked girl in his room. All other thoughts flee his head for a bit.

Wiggle wiggle! "You're cute." But she is not dissuaded from her pursuit of pretty Elfy clothes at this time.

Sure, the clothes are pretty too. He watches the process with deep interest.

...If she wants she could try them all on and he can tell her which ones look the best on her.

"Oh that's a great idea!" She spins around in the dove-grey dress she selected first, does a couple dance steps.

"I like how it twirls." He settles onto his bed, considers the suitcase with his own clothes, decides to ignore it for now.

"It's really soft too!" She traipses over and offers a sleeve.

He strokes it admiringly.

How about his suitcase goes on the floor. There is so much room on his bed now.

Is he implying something?

Well, if she'd rather sit than stand while she's over here, she has that option now.

Sure why not! "I didn't have any nice things to wear at home," she says. "Just all my art." She pulls the dress off again over her head and there it is, tattoos and decorative scarification among the not-so-decorative.

Oh, wow. His hand hovers over a particularly well-done area. "These are beautiful. Can I...?"

"Go ahead! The circle burns are a real fun texture."

He runs his fingers slowly over them, tracing the patterns and exploring the edges of them. "How do you get it to look like this?"

"I had to do the blacksmith some faaaavors but then it was just like it looks like it was, hsst-hsst-hsst all down the shoulder to cover up these bits here."

"Makes it sound like a tattoo." Probably more painful than a tattoo. Maybe he should figure out harder masochism, it seems to have some neat use cases.

He drags his hand down her arm, noticing the bumps and ridges.

"It's like a tattoo, yeah. I'm not actually much of a masochist per se but it does sound useful, doesn't it! It'd just come in handy like all the time." She scootches a little closer.

Maybe his hands can move to her back. "I'm only a little bit. I mostly know how to do it with conditioning right now, I have to hurt myself first and then build in the positive associations. Very inconvenient."