Roland chuckles amusedly. This was new. Or maybe, understandably, he just wasn't around when other newcomers complained about their cabins. Nevertheless, all inquiries are fair game for him, so he takes her engaging his inquiry as permission to enter just a tad further in. He is dressed in a purple polo, his ponytail resting strands against his shoulder.

"Unless you've got amazing luck, yes ma'am. Four can share one cabin at a time." He answers candidly. "And no, heh. There's a dining car." Though if Roland is asked, even that gets cramped if you wake up late for breakfast. The basket in his hands are readjusted so that it rests against the side of his hip instead. A dark eyebrow quirks up, regarding the woman from the doorway.

"Have you acquainted yourself with the ICP? Or has anyone shown you the ins and outs of the train?" A pause. "Maybe read the pamphlet?"