He takes a cursory glance at Tidus, then at Inigo from an angled spot behind him, suddenly the flowers and braid in his hair forgotten. He crosses his arms tighter against his chest, gaze held low all of a sudden. For anyone else, it may just look like a defense mechanism; but at this stage, up close, and knowing what they do, Roland seems exactly as Tidus says: shy.

Or at the very least, unused to it now. A hobby once forgotten, something small that didn't deserve such time on a place like a void train saving worlds! He shakes his head.

"All right, let's slow it down." He chides. "That's not something we should be prioritizing for the train. Save your points, Inigo. You may need an important purchase in the future." Which is sound advice, but also self-deprecating if only for the clarity that Roland doesn't quite think his passions deserve someone else spending for it on his behalf. If he wants it, surely, he can save up for it.

Not that he's thinking of it. He'll look away, or close his eyes, whichever will grant him some sense of grace from what he just said. How could he tell them that? Now he can't get the image of building model figures with them out of his head. Or with Inigo, though he has a feeling Tidus will at least provide the peanut gallery, in itself amusing to imagine.

Nope, not thinking about it. Too juvenile. Useless for the mission at hand. Not the job. Not the call of duty.