"I--Here?" What the hell does he mean 'which one'? Well, Firo's gathered that Roland seems to think he's elsewhere, but how the hell does Firo convince him of the right 'here'? "Panem, I told you! There's no desert--that's somewhere else right now! You don't have to worry about it!"

He's on the verge of panic as he watches for any sign of recognition. Could any of his words get through to him? Maybe it's time for a different tactic.

The words that come next are a mark of his respect--he wouldn't bother for most other people. Soberly, Firo tries to meet Roland's eyes, even if it's hard when when the guy's staring off into space. "I'll apologize to you later. For now--wake up!"

He maintains his grip with one hand and reaches up with the other to try and smack Roland's face.