Since the moment that she and Rodeo came face to face inside that flea market so many months ago, Adelaide has been thinking about being here, thinking about being near her brother again in a way that would mean she doesn't have to be saying goodbye all the time, or making up reasons to cross the city and spend time with him. Except for a considerable amount of jail time, the Hawkins siblings have never lived apart, and despite the cramped and close quarters in their trailer in Montgomery, they've never wanted to. After so long wishing for her removal to the Dog Park, now so suddenly there is no other option and here she is.
It's unlikely that Adelaide has ever felt quite this happy, before.
So when she answers the door to Rodeo's trailer she is quick to smile, to look over the other woman curiously instead of with any kind of hostility, though there is still the slightest bit of caution - even the wings of joy can't entirely wipe all the Adelaide out of Adelaide.
"Actually it's a fine time," she says. "Jims just went to see to a few things since we've been hogging him. Here, come in," she adds, stepping back. She knows that pretty much everyone here is a friend of Rodeo's, but the way this woman says it makes Adelaide consider twice, and she finds herself curious about Maggie, soft of voice and careful, careful. Serene, almost, but in a ways that Adelaide wonders if there are currents, underneath. She doesn't often wonder about other people, much, so that is interesting.
Inside, Charlie is lying on a doubled-over comforter on the floor, propped up on his elbows and practicing his army crawl. Blonde and blue-eyed, he bears an undeniable resemblance to his uncle, their Dog King. "It's nice of you to think of us... I did have a few things of Charlie's when we were jailbroken, but like you said, they just keep on growing," Adelaide says, not quite letting show how terrifying that actually is to her. "I sew a little, but nothing like a professional," she admits.