[ Roland is sick of explaining the simplest things to people. He's frustrated that the only other person from his world is living on the other side of the continent in the company of the worst devil-man alive. He can remember the feel of his guns in his hand when he'd been in the horizon and misses the weight of them.

And he isn't at all joyous having green youngster pry into any of it. ]

Perhaps if you cared more for you aim and less for my well-being we'd already be done for today.

[ As immediately as he says it he regrets it, and there's only a few seconds pause before he immediately holds up a hand in apology ]

Ah- cry your pardon, Martin Blackwood. I am indeed, as you say, on an edge.

[ Gods, is this to be his whole life? Making the most basic mistakes even after he ought to have learned better? ]