Alain visibly relaxes. He didn't really expect he'd have killed Roland, but he feels better knowing for sure. Now he can stop worrying, at least about that specific thing. "Thank you," he says, and means it. He even smiles a little, but it fades quickly, and he reaches out to clasp Firo's shoulder. "We should move. If they find us, we're fucked. Good luck, again. Take care."