[Dahlia's trailer.]
[She knocked twice, and then she tried the knob. It turned, but she wasn't sure about going in without permission. But something might be wrong, and after a few seconds of standing there, rocking side to side and her arm slung against her belly as she considered, she decided it was better to be hated than loved, especially if it meant Dahlia got help (if it was needed).
She only cracked the door a little bit, nearly nothing at all, and hoping to invade privacy as little as possible.] Are you there? I just want to make sure you're okay. That you don't need help.