[ Roland is in a standard cleaning apron, hair tied up in a bun, with gloves on as he scrubs the toilet with moderate force. The help is incredibly appreciated, and it shows since he's working more leisurely around Inigo. Usually, nobody really helps him with the toilet duty - he supposes for good reason - but still. It's a task that has to be done!

He halts for a moment, glancing at Inigo with a curious expression, eyebrow quirked up. ]

Hm? A person on this train I can't stand...? [ He glances up in thought. ] Not really. Everyone's been accommodating so far. Why do you ask? Did something happen?

[ He leans back and kneels a bit straighter now, both hands against his hips. Roland cuts a picture of domesticity in this position, despite his authoritative way of speaking. He's a little concerned about where this line of questioning is going, kid. ]