As he dries his hair and changes into a fresh pair of shorts and a t-shirt, Mathias grins, thinking of all the time he's spent staring silently at the box, waiting for it to give him something worthwhile. He's been on the island for more than three years now and he's built up a fairly sizeable wardrobe simply through patience, but the box has never been particularly kind to him. It's nice to know that sometimes it can be good to people, though, and he comes back into the main room, dry and changed.
"Driving," he repeats, nodding. It isn't something he'd done much of before the army, but there is all sorts of training involved with his time spent there, more driving than he'd ever done before. "I imagine it's definitely something a lot of people miss," he says. "It seems to be the kind of thing that many people find quite... relaxing, ja?"
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Date: 2012-02-27 03:44 am (UTC)"Driving," he repeats, nodding. It isn't something he'd done much of before the army, but there is all sorts of training involved with his time spent there, more driving than he'd ever done before. "I imagine it's definitely something a lot of people miss," he says. "It seems to be the kind of thing that many people find quite... relaxing, ja?"