It'd be stupid to relax just now so he doesn't, no matter how welcome the sight of trees. He keeps his distance from her - better to make two targets instead of one - and tries to look in whatever direction she isn't. Ordinarily this would be the time to worry about ammo, because he'd used up a bit prying his way through those creatures, but again the Legion's weaponry works in his favor here. Roland has not quite mastered the pronunciation of the word 'magazine' but nonetheless he is becoming very fond of it.

Still, out of habit, he checks his ammo, checks their surroundings, tries to get any information he can out of the view and any possible background noises because he does not really expect her to completely explain. "Not what you expected? Not where, rather?"