Roland, having stepped out of Jen's way a moment ago in case her gagging turned into something messier, thinks on this. "Does what you said about headshots still apply? Or would the eyes be the only major weak spots?" If he's lucky it won't be. That'd be a hell of a shot to have to make repeatedly, not that he doubts that he could, at least a good part of the time.

Being a stranger to this land is working in his favor, here - while he's concerned about the, ah, walking sharks, he's coming into this expecting anything, knowing of sharks only as vague, distant legends he used to hear about as a child. The rest of them, to whom all the creatures here are supposed to exist by certain rules, seem to be having a harder time accepting things. Roland isn't worried, either, that he and Donald are going to be useless - his aim is the same as it ever was, and Donald might be able to track who they're looking for even if he doesn't have anything that belonged to them to scent first.