She tensed at the sound of his voice because, like an idiot, she thought it might have been someone else. Someone that needed to be shot. Nariko wiped at her eyes but when she turned around there was no hiding the wet of her eyes or the stains on her cheeks. At least he didn't have to be so alone in it, crying always made her look her age, too. It was horrible.

"What did you think I was going to do?" There was no irritation or implication in her words, rather a morose resignation, as if it was utterly horrible to have made Roland, of all people, feel concern.