Perhaps its because his thoughts have wandered to Will that Roland takes to an impulse. He scrunches up his brow and dives right into the mess of wires, some yellow, some red, others purple and green. Some covered with moss but those that are cut lead into dead ends up the console. But his hands need to be busy, he needs to work. Otherwise, he starts thinking, and that won't do for the mission. His thoughts on his son, no, it won't do at all for the job to be done.

Do you want to leave him another message? Stop. Not now.

"Let me take a crack at it. We're already here, might as well learn on the fly." And it shouldn't be too hard, if other Purple members were getting stations up and running. He'll throw himself into the deed, though he winces when some small sparks of grounded electricity are unexpectedly still running through the wiring. The shock is minor, not even a scratch on skin; just jolts but nevertheless harmless. He finds these as good signs, though - signs that he should follow their trail, that this is where the power might be.

He doesn't mean to sound distracted.

"Watch for any defense systems that might reboot, or sneak up on us. If I don't get this in ten minutes, then let's mark it for Spider."