"He used to live here," Roland muses more to himself than to the blonde. His fingers clutch onto the package as he pulls it against his sternum, reading the label again as if it might somehow change to having a different name on it. He lets out a small huff and tilts his chin up, looking at her from under the brim of his hat.

"And no family to be had here, is that so?" He wants to ask if she's the wife but if she was surely that would have been stated upfront.