"Wine is another luxury not available on the battlefield. And say thank you, I could've gotten it myself." It seemed Alessa had the same reaction to his dramatics that Roland did. Silent dismissal and then ignoring.
"So really, I've got to ask, why do people keep their distance from each other around here? I got the idea some of you've been here for a long time. How can you live together that long and not be a real close group? Maybe I'm wrong here, but if you don't all eat together, I figure you don't do much else together either."
As far as he had seen, these people couldn't even properly share information. He was used to being almost constantly in a group. Gunslingers, as a general rule, were a close-knit group. They were knights, soldiers. They trusted each other with their lives, and a man couldn't do that if he wasn't closely bound to the people he was looking out for. That was why Farson had worked so hard to foster distrust and dissension among their ranks.