With his warm dinner in hand, Roland led her to a table and sat down so they could spread out their burritos. Roland didn't always have company for dinner, so conversation wasn't something he was used to, and even though he didn't react with any expression to what she'd said, he did let out a sound as if he were going to say something.
Remembering himself, he swallowed his bite and chased it down with a few swallows of his Pepsi. "You were exiled for wanting to save the galaxy?" he asked, then shook his head. "Who would want to destroy it in the first place?"