He doesn't resist the assistance, and as he sits on the nearest chair, Roland's gaze darts around the medbay. As expected, majority of their healers were out, probably doing rounds as more Treckers filled into the train after the mission. He doesn't let his concern bother him. In fact, he's confident he can treat himself anyway. As soon as Inigo begins to move around trying to find him things to clean his wound with, Roland leans every which way while staying seated, doing a quick scope of what they needed. But he couldn't see inside cupboards and med kits this way, so when Inigo's back is turned, he stands up again and does a strangely graceful hobble with one foot to the nearest cupboard - jackpot.

"I'll just have to leave a note that we used a couple of items in here without permission..." He mutters, his arms reaching up to grab gauze, disinfectant...He continues to rummage around while throwing his voice over to Inigo. "Say, is there anything over there for stitches?"