Well, I don't know about that. Wouldn't speak too soon, if I were you. I'm not a perfect diplomat myself.

[ Oh no you don't. Roland doesn't resume the task, and remains perfectly still. He wouldn't ask him this question if it was nothing in particular. Roland turns his head, slowly, just so he can drop the scrubbing brush back on the ground, next to the toilet bowl. He can't cross his arms at the moment, so he just stays as he is, eyes still boring holes into his younger companion. ]

Hm. And which particularly rude people on this train are you referring to, pup?