Kibum froze when he heard the voice and instantly followed the directions. He scooted away from the gun pressed against him and once he actually had space, faced the girl and put the gun on the ground, then stood back up. "I-I don't think so.. Red's a n-nice color and all.." he stammered, lowering his head so he wasn't looking at her. He knew he would be shot now, he's had nightmares about it every night, each time waking up in a cold sweat. Now, his nightmares were becoming real. If at all, he knew that if he failed this mission, at least Carlos wouldn't have killed him, he would have died by his attacker instead. He would rather feel the wrath of his attacker than from Carlos any day. Kibum lifted his head so he was looking at the girl, studying her for a moment, and quietly thinking to himself,<span style="font-style: italic">She's actually rather pretty... Why would the Jesters have a girl like her in their gang.. Why the hell am I even here to begin with?!</span>