[ His toast is halfway towards the bite when Roland pauses. The said food item is then, set back down on his plate. What a way to engage his thought process so immediately! ]

Hm. I haven't been doing it recently, actually. But I...doubt such an effort led to the train finally allowing us some questions.

[ Which is to say, who knows who else left comments on the terminal after his disappeared into the wind? But then something else occurs to him, something that draws a look of mild irritation on a face that begets none of the stress that should come with a twenty-year-old shell of a body. Roland comes in for the kill, eating his toast in one bite, swallowing just as fast while his hands dust off crumbs in claps. ]

Besides. If the train really was listening to me, then it'd reveal the metrics of its points system. Did you hear what it said about how we got points? Utterly useless. Of course you award people points for working for you, but to what extent will we receive a particular amount for the work done?

[ He tries for more coffee, but sees he's already emptied his mug...so he just shakes his head. ]

Maybe I will let this train hear it from me. Give it another piece of my mind. [ HMPH!!! Hoodies for work, please!!! ]