Ah, gracias a Dios. [The relief on his expression is palpable.] I don't know who they think they're drafting into their little army, but it's not me. The sooner I get out of there the better.

[It occurs to him after he's already said it that maybe that's not a great sentiment to be expressing out loud in the middle of efforts he's been recruited into by the Free Cities military.

With a very slight wince he glances around, as though checking to make sure nobody else heard him say that.]

Hey, you got a room here somewhere? I'll bring Pablito here, and we can get a little more... comfortable. [Both in privacy and in the ability to lay this little sucker out on some furniture and rub that fuzzy little tumtum.]