And waste all the hair oils you guys gave me? No way. [ He chuckles, watching Tidus work the ICP quickly. ] I think a salon kit might be more specific.

[ Suddenly, Roland's face falls into a dry expression, as he looks forward, not quite to the window out into the void, but somewhere in between the space of the wall. ]

Then again, don't take my word for it. Something tells me the train shop and I weren't meant to get along...

[ From points, to beers, to this! He's gotten rotten luck so far. ]