So displayed as a flouncy little girl in a red cape skipping through the forest to bring baked goods to her jeviatric family... Yeah, no. Not the Red I know. The Red I know is cunning. The Red I know has a smart mouth.
She does go into that woods, you see, but she doesn't find a wolf. She wanders, as our dear Alice did once or twice, into a place out of time.
A man left behind by our well-meaning blond heiroine, and who lost most of his mind in the process. So says Red:
"I should feel sorry for him. But if he was anything less than he is, he wouldn't be useful to me. And we can't have that now, can we?"