The gap between the question and the answer was enough for the latter to startle Matias a tad. No car crash though, not even close. He, again, responded with a "hmm". The question that followed made Matias blink a few times.
"How did I join? Uhh..."
He took a moment to ponder.
"I don't think anyone in the team brought me in, so how did I... Oh...!"
A tap on the steering wheel indicated his memory kicking in.
"It was the weirdest thing... I was at home when I found this note. I remember, it had kinda crappy handwriting, but it had some coordinates on it. Popped them on my phone, led me to the warehouse, actually. That's when I met, I think the boss? Yeah... They were all like, 'Oh, why are you here, did you know about the rebellion,' stuff like that... I just felt so weirded out by the whole thing."
He paused as the car made a left turn into what looked like a neighborhood.
"I wasn't going to join, but then I remembered the war from a while back, all the bigotry I saw in the news and even in my life, and how the government is just, like, tirándose fresca... Guess it's just in my nature as a punk."
The car stopped in front of a quaint-looking house. Matias directed it to park in the driveway.
"Well," he sighed, "we're here. Guess you can leave now if you want."