Roland doesn't ask what either of those things are. If they do appear their names will be relevant then, but for now the only part of that that interests him is her experience. He notes it, matches the new knowledge with her sure, steady grip on the crowbar as she'd prepared to swing it at him, and files it away. For a moment it reminds him of the only other child he's met here, though one who looked a bit younger. He wonders if she, like Clementine, might have come from a world that's moved on.

But such thoughts don't seem to matter much right now. He stops when she does, keeping alert of the area around them while she focuses on getting inside. "Roland Deschain. Why are you helping me?"