Relena was not sure what Dorothy meant. That she was going to help her seemed, at the moment, to be a good thing. She needed the ride home, at least.
It was not her home that she was taken to, but to a set of townhouses near the centre of the colony.
“Why are we here?” Relena asked.
“This is my home here,” Dorothy explained as she opened the door of the limousine. Before getting out she grasped Relena’s had. Relena was forced to follow, or to resist. She did not feel up to resisting at that moment and passively followed after Dorothy.
