The train did prove a lot of them correct the day it chose to give them an empty library car, and Roland hasn't forgotten that either. But for now, the focus was on their task of the radio, and wondering about what it would bring for them now that the said train threw them a bone. Any frequency would do, any sound apart from nothing...but right now, as Roland strains his ears too, there's not much to be heard. Not like earlier.

Which was alright, this was a long train. He's the most curious about the sounds it would make in places like the Quiet Car, and near the Engine Room. He follows their lead, smirking ever so slightly at the suggestion.

"Does it indeed. I'm not going to argue when I know I'll be pretty good at it." That could be taken as a joke, but Roland's all too serious about it. He doesn't shy away from opportunities that he knows he can be of help, and be good at it on top of that. "I'll proofread anything and make it so everyone can have an easy time digesting your expertise on paper. Count on it."

I mean, he could write his own too, but who would want to read a book on law and administration in a place like this...?