[ Not like any of them have much of a choice. Red "ignorantly" walks over to the mat and sits down, toeing out of her shoes, trying to affect a look of curiosity and blissful ignorance. One that flickers a little as Ishmael whispers to her. There's a moment's hesitation and then she murmurs in reply. ]
I'll do my best. I trust you. So... do what you need to do. [ Or want to do. She's not sure which it is.
Either way, she tries to keep that expression on her face. ]
And...? [ She holds her hands out, as if she expects Ishmael to hand her an end of the rope or something. ]
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I'll do my best. I trust you. So... do what you need to do. [ Or want to do. She's not sure which it is.
Either way, she tries to keep that expression on her face. ]
And...? [ She holds her hands out, as if she expects Ishmael to hand her an end of the rope or something. ]