"Sweet, a scrapyard." Alain said to himself as he stepped outside of the ship and had a look around. He began to walk to he scrapyard, but probably not fast enough to catch up with the others at his current pace. "Maybe I can make more armor... na, too much work. Maybe... oh, nobody else is here next to me. I could have sworn there was someone here. I guess I'm just talking to myself, then. Heh."
Roland stood just outside Dave's ship, maybe just to be quiet and mysterious or something. Although it is more likely that he just never lets his guard down and decided to stand watch.