[ he waits, patiently, and when the door cracks open slightly, he doesn't move. it's not until the door opens enough for him to slip inside that roy does so, and he immediately closes the door behind him. he seems relatively relaxed, by comparison, clear-headed and focused.

he almost speaks, then, but roy realizes his back is still to the door -- which doesn't bother him in the slightest, because riza is in the room, and she can see whatever is coming. but belatedly, after half a second, he realizes that riza will be preoccupied with watching the door rather than listening to him as a result, and so he moves further into the room, near the back. tugging on his gloves, out of habit. ]

No. The robot guards are instructing people to go to their rooms. I've already been caught twice trying to leave, without much success. They aren't harming anyone, and no one is being taken anywhere. I think they truly just want us to stay inside.

[ which means nothing. and he pauses, turning to her a bit fully, his eyes darting down to the gun in her hand before returning to her face, with a slight frown. ]

Don't waste a bullet on something that can't be killed with one.

[ calm and simple. ]