"Mhm." His gaze lingers on that mask and for a couple seconds he's curious - but only a couple. Roland wonders, and then dismisses it. What a man chooses to cover himself up with isn't the important thing just here and now.

"I've seen most every kind of weapon in my world- my universe, damn it." Roland huffs and gives his head a quick shake, as if he can shake the word into his head by will alone. The word and the whole concept that comes with it, universes and galaxies, even planets, his mind is still trying to reject it no matter how impatient he gets with the whole damn thing. Nevermind.

"Something new would be quite a thing to see. What do you carry?"