He turns to the nearest voice approaching him, hefty tomes nestled against the man's person. He cocks an eyebrow out of interest, as he discovers yet another Nexus resident who has made a new home out of the chaos. Roland places a hand against his hip, sharp eyes studying Ben with intrigue. He's familiar with this image; the distance of his gaze, the fatigue in his brood, a fire fighting to stay alive. He's seen it in others, and perhaps, he's experienced the same kind of tiredness born of sleepness nights. For Roland may look the way he does now, but his true self is much, much older, nearing his fifties, a father to a son, a President to a country, and now, a Consul to a Kingdom he is desperately trying to find again.

He relaxes his shoulders before replying. "I can respect that. Chances don't come easy, and they certainly don't come to everyone who wants one. I guess I really should just be counting my lucky stars, instead of questioning it." He nods back. "I'm Roland. Good to meet you."

He follows Ben's long gait towards the inner confines of the Library. "So what you're basically saying is that even though we've all technically been kidnapped by a foreign power...the Nexus is actually a really great vacationing spot." He chuckles under his breath. "Right. Roll with the punches. That I can do."