He acknowledges it with a slight nod, and closes his eyes for a second. A second or two longer, now. He's thinking a bit hard, searching that space between where his Arms Band goes to store things and where his memory has to recall it in perfect sync. Does he still have those papers with him...?

Roland's brows are furrowed in concentration for a good chunk of time, humming under his breath. When nothing comes out, he tries one last time - think singular, singular printed paper a file containing this information...

POOF. Out it comes, usual glow in his hand as the paper covered in plastic folder appears before them. He rubs the back of his neck before he hands it to Tidus. It's the mission brief for the month of Catfish. Printed in advance for their little side project which Roland hasn't yet given up on or forgotten, but that's for later.

"Sorry. That's...not usual. Here."