Matias was the one to close the doors behind everyone else. He settled himself in his own corner, legs folded up to give room to the others. The van purred to life, the rumbling resonating through Matias's body. It was enough to lull him to a nap, although the bumpiness of the ride made sure that he couldn't get too comfortable. The innards of the med kits rattled incessantly in their confines, contributing to most of the constant albeit soft noise. There was a single strip light going around the interior that proved somewhat effective as the darkness caught up. It still proved slightly difficult to make out faces at that point.

The medkits were finally silenced after about a half hour. The van and everything in it were currently still. Matias cracked his neck before peeking out the back window; it was too dark to make out a thing, but he was sure they had made it. With one hand, he popped one of the back doors open. The open air welcomed his skin with a gentle breeze.

"Finally," he said, pulling the rest of his body out. His boots crunched against what felt like dirt.