"Well, it might have helped regardless. Anyone can come, really. We're not exactly asking for ID at the door, heh." A light joke to help break the mood, but Roland can't help but shake the feeling anyway. He exhales heavily, Bambosh just darting across his periphery. The higgledy would be fine.

"No. I didn't see a single familiar face, and no familiar voices either. This is...concerning, Nita. I..." He trails off. If these were memories he was witnessing, it wasn't right. These were not his to see, to witness. And neither were his anyone else's. This bothers him greatly, even if all he has to show for it is a deep frown on his youthful visage.