Roland takes both of them into account first, straightening up and removing both buds from his ears. They're tucked back in his pockets and the SCA is switched off, no more music to be heard. Safe. They're both okay, and no one talked to echoes that would have made their lives so much harder, so much more painful. Good. He turns to hide his smile. It's always a journey with these two, he thinks absentmindedly.

The training car is assessed while they catch their breaths. He walks over and notices that the ghosts are still here, but it's not as frightening or charged as it would be outside, or if there were windows ready to call their attention. Roland nods in approval.

"Perfect. Looks like we're all set to spar, eh?" One hand rests on his hip casually. "Or...watch me fall on the floor again." Which he can freely admit, for the sake of progress. Least the floor is padded, as Tidus tells him and Inigo. Maybe now his body will cooperate a bit better, that knowledge apparent.