Roxy parked her bike outside of the cabin. She had been reassured that her emotions wouldn't be a burden to the empath. Which was reassuring. She didn't want anyone inside her head. Her emotions were hers alone and she didn't want anyone else knowing how she felt. She studied the cabin. It was small but she supposed that one woman wouldn't need much. But she knew that she would feel claustrophobic if she lived here. Luckily she didn't and wouldn't have to. 

She stormed up to the door. She knocked hard. She wondered how crazy the empath was. She had heard stories about empaths that didn't find an anchor right away. She was not looking forward to dealing with another person. She had enough problems of her own without taking on someone else's. She pounded on the door. She hoped she wouldn't have to drag the other woman back to society. She had a life that she had worked hard to build and she wasn't leaving it behind for anyone.