[Manolo shifts a little uncomfortably, though it's unclear whether it's because his seating arrangement isn't ideal or if he's just unsure about the question.]

Well, they agreed to let me volunteer. We shook hands, I was on my way out, and then I... [Furrowing his eyebrows in concentration, he tries to recall those crucial moments.] I was wondering to myself whether I'd even be able to do a good job.