Roman never voiced his possible discomfort with the control room, but he had associated it with some of his worst memories. That too was a cowardly side of him. It was the place he couldn't run as easily, where he had to make decisions when he would rather skip that.

The small green area was located in between the staff chambers and the control room but on a level above. It was the most organic spot of the otherwise sterilized organization, a mix between a park and a greenhouse. "Here we are," Roman announced cheerfully, stretching his arms and taking a long breath. "I thought this area would help those members of staff who face anxiety. There is a simulator, and we have a cinema screen, but sometimes we want to touch the real thing." Getting locked up surrounded by a frozen landscape for years could take a toll even with the strongest of mind. He gestured him to sit on one of the benches to continue their conversation.

Of course he had heard him, he just wanted to delay the topic so he wouldn't be speaking of this in the hallway with the rest of Chaldea watching.

"I know of your talent," he finally said, smiling, "I'm neither a magus", he said, almost feeling bad for lying (although he had no magic circuits right now), "Nor your student."