Red frowned. Something about the man called 'gunblade' was unsettling, but he couldn't place it. Either way, though, he had a suspicion that the man was simply wrong. He moved back to the wall and sat back on it frowning. [i]Is Annabel okay? Is she worried about me? How long have I been here? What's going on?[/i] He raked his head for answers, but continually came back with nothing. Hopefully he'd get out, but until then, he had no idea what was going on. He looked down at the stone floor. "She's probably worried sick..." He mumbled. The possibility that she might have been captured as well didn't even occur to the young man.

For a while he continued to sit there, but listening to some of the conversation, he came to a conclusion. "I... Don't think they're going to kill us..." He mumbled. "I mean... If they wanted us dead, they wouldn't have let us live after what happened in that room... Would they?" [i]It just wouldn't make sense...[/i] He thought.