He nods. "If they truly mean us to die they can do it no matter where we stand." Was that not quite the point Signless was trying to make? Well, nevermind. The two of them are more or less in agreement, anyway. "I'd try one of the further buttons first, maybe that small one over there. The closest one seems too obvious."

He takes a step forward, but isn't ready to leave the comfort of that hand on his waist just yet. He doesn't hesitate because he is afraid, although Roland is not completely immune to the fear of death - more than that, the fear the dark, of an end, dying this time and dying for good - and he doesn't hesitate because he truly needs to wait for Signless' agreement on this. If he wants to stop Roland, he will. He hesitates because he's no longer used to going without touch, wants very much not to become used to it, and finding Signless was a blessing in that respect. The two fingers and thumb of his right hand rub along Signless' neck briefly, because he's going to let go in a moment so they can actually start to work their way through this room. But let their hands linger; they can afford this one second.

"Perhaps two of us pressing different sections at once. But it might be best to go one at a time first, see if there's any effect."