Roland tilts his head to try and look it over from a few different angles, studying it. If he'd come in expecting to understand all this, all the strange words and mechanics of it, he'd be getting fairly frustrated about now. But weapons, at least, are one part of this whole place where that strangeness intrigues rather than overwhelms him. It's a relief, and that relief may not show as he looks the rifle over, but he does look more relaxed.

"The next time you take this apart and clean it, I'd be very interested to watch. Like to see what sort of mechanism makes that possible. Must go through a lot of bullets."

He does not, of course, even consider asking to take it apart himself. You don't, not with another man's weapon. Not one that's properly his anyway which, judging by the way he'd mentioned that rifle earlier, Roland assumes that it is.