[i][u]Red Winston[/u][/i]

Red obediently followed Amanda over to the guy who pushed the one-armed man. From his point of view, it seemed that the guy who Amanda cheered on was wrong. It wasn't because Red was selfish and Amanda liked the guy, but the dude non-chalantly pushed a disabled guy just because he wanted to sit there. Of course, he was ordered not to go against Amanda's words, but, at least, she didn't order him to support her. So, when he disagreed, he could at least stay silent on the matter.

The guy has changed tables, to Red's annoyance. It was a good opportunity to talk to the disabled guy. His appearance indicated he was old and weak, but there were signs of him being younger than 30 years old. Maybe he came across something at the Academy and it turned him like this. For all it's worth, another good chance to acquire more infromation might as well have been lost. Why couldn't Amanda just talk to someone who actually looked like he knew a thing or two? Like this Deborah. Of course she wouldn't. Amanda was the personification of the word "obstacle" in Red's eyes. Even if she didn't want to, she would take actions that would go against his own goals and he even wanted to ask her if she had an anti-Red ability, if it wasn't for the sheer stupidity of the thought.

Having to obey Amanda's order, Red stepped forward, now standing in front of the man. Red was almost certain that the guy wouldn't give a damn about either him or Amanda and he was wondering why would she speak to him. It was obvious that he was a person that didn't care. But, since he didn't have the benefit of choice, he said:

"My name is Red Winston, Mistress Amanda's Butt-Slave!"