You're suggesting guilt by design. What a way to start this off, and Tidus waits for an explanation, gets more than that. What's even a clause? Grammar? It's not until Roland continues to go on that Roland is referencing some particular type of jargon. Government jargon.

So he listens as well as he can, hears the awe and disbelief before Roland even voices it, and a smile threatens to tugs the sides of Tidus's mouth.

"Yeah, yeah." It's dismissing, more exaggerated than he needs to, leaning back on his hands just so Roland can better see him--so he can better look up at Roland. Share the smirk he finally pulls. "So what, you want to come up with a plan if we don't like these ministry guys either? We'll need more time to think of that." More weaponry, more ideas. "But I figure a train that rides around in space and avoids these guys already has a few ways of doing that. Or if you think we need to write the least incriminating letter--"

He brings the hand up with the transcript Roland gave back, gives it a wave.

"--then a good thing we have you here, right!"

It sounds flippant, but it's joking, clear by the way he expresses himself. Picking himself back up on his feet, he takes his arms behind his head and stretches in his back.

"What do you want to do? Talk about it here, or go somewhere more private? I can start a fire." Or, he takes a glance over Roland's shoulder. "What about your higgle-hoo friend?"

Wasn't that red and fiery??