He's pretty certain of his victory. He isn't even sure where Eight was now, but he could see the station in his line of sight. But when he looks to his right and left, not seeing where Eight at all...Roland understandably gets a little worried.

Enough to stop a little bit, shuffling in his spot with both feet still hot.

"Hey, Eight?" He calls out, unaware that some form of stealth had occurred, and his octo-opponent had latched herself unto his own person to get that lead. "Did you get left behind...?"