"Then that's all I can ask of you. But hey, if I happen to see a guy in a mask on the train, then I'll go say hello and tell him Inigo sent me." He uses both his arms to push himself up on the chair, and the sting returns for a short moment before he finds a steady balance. The blood rushing back down as he stands doesn't help the wound one bit, but he can manage, despite red staining the previously pristine bandage.

"It'll have to do until I can get to the cabin. Thank you, Inigo." But if you think he was just going to hobble away, oh no. He's not finished in the medbay yet. Smoothly, Roland looks at Inigo up and down, eyes scanning him like he would pages in a book. As if he wasn't the injured party at all, he asks, "How about you? Any injuries you're keeping to yourself?"