There's relief in their numbers coming together, awakened after days of being kept under the thrall of illusion. The more minds the better. So whatever space offered in this corner of the café, Roland provides a little bit more. He'll move to one side, maybe a bit closer to Senku who sits by him, giving ample room for others to stay comfy as Anan holds their rapt attention.

Then again, there's no worry of having the attention to spare when it gets to the juicy part. He crosses his arms a bit tighter across his chest, thinking...Roland will look around some, across the faces who appear, searching for their responses without words. He'll be the first to offer his own, shaking his head.

"A couple of folks in the university are starting to get confused, but I haven't had a chance to give them an interview if that's what you're asking. I could try, though I'm not sure how pleasant that conversation's going to be." His brows furrow deeper. It might be safer to assume everyone on this planet - nameless, without a system - was kidnapped. Right?

But another thing is brought up that draws Roland's musings further in, turning to Masumi and Anan curiously. The same entity from three worlds past...but what if they were around for much longer, only that now, they've finally honed in on the Voidtreckers? He dares not to speak these thoughts yet, waiting for others to join in again and ask Anan more; thoughts formulating in wonder.