Right. Thanks for always looking out for our amenities. It's appreciated, I can promise you that.

[ And Roland has no problems speaking on behalf of the train, even if sometimes it's a thankless job. Then again, he's more than used to being part of a job that will never give you the gratitude you crave or deserve; and that was what made it more humbling.

He's mid-sip again, tea turning cold after so many moments of forgetting he left a tea bag to seep, when Tidus asks him something completely unexpected. Roland's brows furrow slightly, repeating the question in his head. ]

The first world? Hm. [ He does eventually take that prophesized sip, but only to break his thoughts. ] Honestly, no. If it's something personal, I...

[ If everything's been vaporized, what point would there be? Could the train bypass that, get him items that he didn't think he'd ever own again? His silence only means he's never stopped to consider it; not an option, Roland afraid of breaking his own heart. ] No. Not even family mementos. The closest I've gotten to thinking about what to get from there was digital cameras, and now, a working charger for my phone.

[ Roland looks over at where Tidus stands by the terminal with a more curious gaze. ] Why do you ask? What are you doing at the shop?