"How reassuring. Thank you for the pleasant reminder, Tidus."

It's a testament to Roland's own recovery from Nion that now, he's able to return to the dry sense of humor he falls back on without noticing. Which isn't to say he's devoid of worry. Quite the contrary; Roland's mind latches on to the brewing sense of dread that he hasn't quite shaken off from the time they stepped foot into the Great Autumn. Hearing the suspicion come to life from someone else's observation just puts him on a teetering balance between being prepared and being completely on-edge.

He rests one foot against the edge of the pod, trying to look closer into it. There really is nothing much to point out. In fact, Roland could say that about the entire grid, the entire habitation network. It's so bare.

"We're going to have to break ground and establish headquarters one way or another," Roland says, letting go of the pod and moving along the next few rows of futuristic, sterile housing. "And I'll keep watch if you want to take five. Don't worry about it. I'm pretty good at staying awake."