"Aw, Nike, sweet...!" Rhonda cooed softly through the door, before the door opened and she grinned up at the giant horse-creature, throwing her arms open for a hug from the overly-friendly centaur. Not that she minded any sort of over-friendliness, that was; she was overly friendly herself, with men at least; women on the other hand were a little too... catty for her tastes: including herself, of course. She was just as catty as any one of her fellow members of the fairer sex, and thusly- well, she mostly hated herself, too, most of the time!
At any rate, she was grinning up at the centaur creature, and then throwing her arms open for a hug... A hug from the giant centaur was sure to make her feel better- so long, that was, as she didn't get squeezed hard enough to pop open her wound again... She didn't think it would do that, though; she knew how well it had already scabbed over.