Rogue considers ignoring the knocking at her motel room door. She’d have to be a complete fool to open up to a total stranger in the middle of a power outage in a strange place that already doesn’t feel all too safe.

That being said, she also wants to be aware of anyone who’s shown any interest in her room.

She opens the door a crack, peering out with suspicious eyes. They don’t get any less suspicious when she sees the dandelions.

“Can I help you?” There’s a southern twang to her voice that takes the edge off the hackles she has up.