"They're not stolen once they're back in your room. Then they're yours and you have one hundred percent of your own items. Think of it as a redistribution of wealth. Where you are the beneficiary." If anyone can justify any illegal activity it's Kabal. Usually he doesn't bother because he doesn't care that he's stealing, killing or committing arson. But for Carlisle he'll at least make the attempt.

"Alright let's see what we've got." He strides past him, peering into the darkness of the room. "Chairs, cabinets, a desk. Hope you're in need of some new staplers because we've hit the jackpot here."

He tries the first cabinet, finding it unlocked, "Oh a straight up treasure. Here, don't use it all in one place." He grabs one of the rolls of paper towels and tosses it to Carlisle.