Roland waits with him. And waits. With the waiting his expression goes drier, and he's actually reaching into a pocket for the yarn and small, blunt knitting needles that reside there by the time the Captain decides he's ready to greet the world again.
The dry expression goes bland at Jack's accusation, and as the man finishes adjusting himself Roland eyes his face. Doesn't see any real anger there, so when he speaks Roland keeps his voice just as bland as his own expression. "Bird was going to make a leap for you sooner or later." Come on. Roland was doing you a favor. Really.
"How'd you get the thing, anyway?" he asks, taking the first few steps onto the large main street. It's busy, lots of Capitolites wanting to at least pass by the building full of tributes to see if they can get a look at one. It's only as busy as it usually is, though, and Roland finds a spot near the street's edge easily, slipping into the human current taking them ever closer to - what else - shops. "Doesn't seem like you stuck that hat to its head yourself."
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The dry expression goes bland at Jack's accusation, and as the man finishes adjusting himself Roland eyes his face. Doesn't see any real anger there, so when he speaks Roland keeps his voice just as bland as his own expression. "Bird was going to make a leap for you sooner or later." Come on. Roland was doing you a favor. Really.
"How'd you get the thing, anyway?" he asks, taking the first few steps onto the large main street. It's busy, lots of Capitolites wanting to at least pass by the building full of tributes to see if they can get a look at one. It's only as busy as it usually is, though, and Roland finds a spot near the street's edge easily, slipping into the human current taking them ever closer to - what else - shops. "Doesn't seem like you stuck that hat to its head yourself."