"An hour? Newer than I thought. And out here already. When I got here a few arenas back, I didn't set foot outside the tower for a while." It hadn't been fear keeping him inside, although Roland will not mind at all if that's what Luna assumes. He isn't going to go into an explanation of the particular moment the gamemakers had taken him from, not even in his own mind, one that had taken at least a day to recover from.

"And I'd tell you how they did it if I knew." He does know a little, actually, knows what was on one of the rebel's network posts some time back. Outdated information now, likely, because Roland isn't useful to the rebellion and knows next to nothing about any of it. Still, he sometimes wonders what became of their plans to build their own machine, identical to the one the gamemakers apparently use. Doesn't wonder often, because there's no point to it. Certainly no point to saying so now, even if it weren't too dangerous to consider.

"I know when we come back after, it's in the same state as when we first arrived. When I return all my injuries are gone, and my friend the Signless had to accustom himself to Capitol food again after each of his arenas. I know these," and here he holds up those fingers that had so caught her attention, "are pressed into me anew when I wake up. I also know that this place can be a great deal different from what most of us are used to. What do you make of it? Found anything interesting yet?"