[It's her door. There's a little radish hanging off the door knocker. It's part self-protection, part indication for anyone who might know her.
She glances through the peephole before opening the door. Maybe she should be more careful than just that, but she's too relieved to see someone she knows to do it.]
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She glances through the peephole before opening the door. Maybe she should be more careful than just that, but she's too relieved to see someone she knows to do it.]
Hello, Ron.