Oh of course Roger hadn't gotten around to figuring it out. Because he didn't ask questions! How did the man survive? And Mark was the one needing care taking? Whatever. The world would likely come to an end around him and as long as he had his guitar in hand, Roger would be just fine with that.
"Well, then. Glad to know we're not the only works of fiction walking around." Which he already knew because, hello, Superman! But still. Every additional one helped. Even if it was the Wicked Witch. Um. Awkward, much?
Benny was far more than a jerk in Mark's eyes. But they hadn't been evicted yet, still, so who was he to argue? Maureen on the other hand... She was a tough one. Yeah, he'd been hurt by her. But he couldn't seem to stop caring. So he just shrugged again, turning his head. "So long as she threw a giant hissy fit, I'm okay with this. Though," he added with a chuckle, "she probably saw it more as an opportunity to create color with her body or something completely off the wall."