One corner of Roland's mouth twitches. "Not this time. I remember well enough how much you hated it." It's not the thing itself he's smiling at, but that brand of nostalgia where everything - even things you hadn't cared for at all at the time - seem to take on a special glow in your memory simply because you weren't here. Not that he'd go back there if he could, do it all again-

Just the thought makes him a little dizzy and he tilts, reaches out to grasp the railing next to the first few steps and turns his mind quickly away from it. Maybe that's enough nostalgia for now. "Did you get a look at the hallway before the light died?" Most of the warmth's gone from his voice, as if they'd spent the last few moments speaking of nothing at all. Back to business.