"Nothing useful, unfortunately." He looks up from the various sharp metals and toward the woman behind him. Their meeting had made an impression, but it's been several weeks at least since then and he looks her over again, this time with the eye of a teacher. "I had hoped this place would provide some bullets, but we can do even without those. At least at first."

He stands and turns to face her, closing the lid of the trunk. "Well met again, sai Carnahan." Roland nods, then waves a hand toward the only place he sees to carry a weapon. "Would you mind if I looked in your gunna for the weapon? It'll be good to recognize what bullets you need, if I find any."