Roland has managed to calm his expression from something along the lines of 'incredulous' wedded to 'confused'. Now he's taking it all in. In front of him there's coffee, with Jack Daniels in it -- he's learned that it's called a gunshot, that drink.

Roland approves.

His eyes are on a family at an adjacent table. "I still don't understand this place, lady. I don't think I ever will."