"I can tell you that information is one of the only things here that comes free," he says, eyebrows raised a little at what seemed very much like a demand. "Sometimes not even that."

Roland steps back anyway, though, wordlessly inviting her inside. The room behind him contains a bed, a nightstand, and a closet filled with once-fashionable clothes, many of them now torn and badly cared for. And that is all. Roland has in fact heard of the phrase 'interior decorating', but he utterly refuses to add it to his vocabulary. The Capitol already has too much of that sort of thing.

The only place to sit is the bed, though Roland doesn't. He's not wary around this stranger - no more than he usually is, anyway - but he isn't easy with her, either. "You've just arrived, haven't you? Tell me what you already know, anything that's struck you as odd, and I'll see what I can add."

Even though he'd caught her evesdropping, and even though she'd all but demanded he help her. It takes much more than that to insult Roland Deschain, and he loses nothing by helping a fellow prisoner at least begin to get her bearings.