Amanda
Amanda slightly frowned, a little frightened with the solider when he asked a question. "Um, n-no." She stammered, throwing a glance at her father's direction. Maybe she shouldn't have snuck away after all. "I'm here with my father." She added, taking a cautious step back. The frown increased at the man's order. Was he going to shoot her mouth? Was he going to stuff a dirt sock into her mouth? Thoughts and questions swirled in her mind as she slightly pried open her mouth, revealing a bit of her swollen tongue.