Roland does not look at her as she asks. He does not answer right away, either, and though she's hit right on the thing he'd already started to chew over, he does not try to reassure her in any way that she isn't being ignored. All he does is frown into the distance for a couple moments, giving the question the consideration it ought to have. The inclination, of course, is to say yes, yes of course he has. This inclination he recognizes as bullshit, the useless flotsam and jetsam a man's mind churns out to keep his ego warm. It may or may not be the right answer, so he keeps digging past it.

"For myself, yes," he says, sitting back. "For my friends, yes again. More than that? There are ways to ask a gunslinger's help, Luna, ways, and even without knowing them, if a people wanted me here in that role it would be a simple thing to make clear. I'm not here as a gunslinger, I'm here as a dancing bear."

Roland looks at her closely, looking thoughtful again except this time his thought is not going inward. He's studying her. "You, though. You want to change these people, or at least put yourself to some difficulty to help some of them. Though you've never seen the district, and you may as well have been matched with it at random. Though its people haven't asked a thing of you. Why?"