Red looked down at his feet. He wasn't sure he'd be able to be much help in this kind of a situation, after all, the others were a soldier, a (somewhat broken, but probably still passable) mercenary, and a... Very impatient seeming person. He was just a farmer, and nothing more. "Red," he mumbled, curling up and feeling completely overwhelmed. Even with the yelling, those two seemed to be far more composed in this situation than he could possibly be, and if they found a way out, he would doubtless just be a burden on them.