He nods, and as he makes toward it a part of his mind notes that this would make an excellent trap - but it's only the part of him that always notes such things, and he pays it no mind. Once he makes it there with no interruption he glances around, seeing it empty just as she'd said, and slides to the floor to sit in a corner near the door.

Should be safe to speak aloud, if holding that connection open's getting to be a strain, Roland offers, although notably he's still thinking it and making no effort to hide his surface thoughts from her at all. One of those thoughts, flavored with some distant sadness, is of solid, good-natured Alain, who'd had the touch strongest all those years ago. Alain might have been able to hold two minds together this long, and almost this clearly, but none of the rest of them could have.