Ironically, the one who found himself in the bus with Ginji was, while not exactly the opposite, quite a bit more gloomy than normal. Last night, not only had he been forced into his demonic form- not that he usually minded, but it was the principle of the thing- but there had been so much blood everywhere. Even during the morning, Roland could smell that scent on his clothing, on his skin... and he had been rather happy with getting a change of clothes.

Said clothing was actually remarkably similar to what he normally wore; a long brown- albeit a bit ragged- coat, military surplus pants and shirt, and boots. The last of which was what made him feel a bit more at ease; the hospital footwear just wasn't good enough for him.

Regardless, there was a long bus ride and nothing to do during that, so Roland decided to at least be partially personable. And who better than that man he had seen before? At the least, he needed to check in on Ginji and see how his progress was. The blond seemed healthier; that was a good sign. So, standing in the bus aisle, Roland smiled at the man and motioned to the seat. "Is this spot taken?"