Firo blinks; he'd figured that there wouldn't be many answers, especially not while Roland still seems to be recovering. It's tempting, but then he shakes his head as something jumps to mind. "Wait... no, first I owe you an apology. For when I tried to hit you." In all the confusion, he doesn't think he got around to saying that. He said he would, so he will. "I apologize for that."

That taken care of... questions. Boy, does he have questions. What matters is finding which ones are most important; with that, as with many things, Firo thinks it's best to be as straightforward as possible.

Brisk and businesslike, he starts off: "You said you were free. Is this stuff still gonna bother you? What do we do if that happens?" His manner softens, and he smiles almost apologetically. "You'd think I'd already have the hang of this by now."

Twice. Both times he felt like he was going to stumble around in the dark until he lost his friend. He doesn't want that to happen again.