Dorothy wasn't seated at all, choosing instead to lean back against the door, ankles crossed and arms folded up across her chest. After taking up that very position, she hadn't moved, not even slightly. One wouldn't even know she was alive had she not been breathing and, every once in a while, sighing.

At the sound of the approaching vehicle, however, she stood up straight and adjusted her skirt in anticipation of his arrival and what she planned to do to make him pay. And the whole time, her expression was venomous.