The man that owns this body is called Lupin, but he doesn't mind being called Red. It amuses him, makes him feel comfortable. Only a few people ever do that, you know.

[He watches her solemnly as she bristles with her rage, biting back the bits of wisdom he's siphoned off of Luke and his Order over the years. Instead he shrugs helplessly before her anger.] They have no right, but there's really nothing we can do about it Sabbi. Nothing except bide our time and be as comfortable as possible while we wait for an opening.