"Of course it does." Roland grimaces at the man, looking a little irritated at having to point out something so obvious. "Do I look as if I've got a full, working hand to spare?"

Then that irritation turns sharper, slips away into a look that turns a good deal of Roland's pale-eyed focus onto that familiar face. It's a thing that tends to make men squirm, Roland's focus, although it isn't always meant to. He doesn't ask yet, though. Let this man, whoever he is, say more, and then maybe Roland will be able to tell whether these faint memories he's got name the man a friend or foe.