Carlos stands quietly in the subway train as he grips his gear with one hand and sighs. He frowns as he turns off his walkie-talkie to stop the speaker from making feedback.

While he quickly looks to the right of him, he silently judges you as you cross your arms, sitting beside him. You briefly make eye contact as he sees your chest slowly rising up and down with each breath.

“What?” he asks in a hoarse voice and clears his throat, grabbing one of the subway handles.